Wha t tongueless ghost of sin crept through my curta ins? Sa iling on a sea of swea t on a stormy night I think he dont got a na me but I ca nt be certa in And in me he sta rts to confide
Tha t my fa mily dont seem so fa milia r And my enemies a ll know my na me And if you hea r me ta p on your window Yer better get on yer knees a nd pra y pa nic is on the wa y
My pulse pumps out a bea t to the ghost da ncer My eyes a re dea d a nd my throa ts like a bla ck hole And if there is a god would he gi have a nother cha ncer An hour to sing for his soul
Cos my fa mily dont seem so fa milia r And my enemies a ll know my na me And when you hea r me ta p on yer window Yer better get on yer knees a nd pra y pa nic is on the wa y
Cos my fa mily dont seem so fa milia r And my enemies a ll know my na me And when you hea r me ta p on yer window Then you get on your knees a nd you better pra y Cos my fa mily dont seem so fa milia r And my enemies a ll know my na me And when you hea r me ta p on your window Yer better get on yer knees a nd pra y pa nic is on the wa y
Pa nic is on the wa y Pa nic is on the wa y Pa nic is on the wa y
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