No Ghost

You've got to move

As if you need to know why!?

Chow Mein don't make for Xmas - but it will do.

Got money in your pocket

Got places to go

Don't no-one know your name

You're on a roll

As it flows, you might not know the motion

Ain't no ghost, there's only love or nothing.

Boy have I got a bone to pick

Gratitude don't weigh much on my side of town

Count your blessings

and count 'em well

Fill your cup to the brim

One day you'll drink from a cup of tin

Rain cold

Rain hard

Let it all fall apart

As it flows, you might not know the motion

Ain't no ghost, there's only love or nothing

All you want, and if my hands can touch it it's mine.

Soon you'll be cold.

The flesh on your bones will fail to hold you.

All you kept secretly, safely away from prying eyes must go.

Say, who are you fooling?

The blade comes down.