Keeping House

You clean out your junk-drawer, you mop up some blood While the first of the new creatures rises from the mud Cursing the moment that saw him draw breath The ghost on your doorstep is starving to death You spray down the windows, you wipe them all clean And you douse your old clothing with fresh gasoline And the ghost on your doorstep is soaked wet with rain And he clutches his stomach and howls at the pain And you can stay busy all day He’s never going away So let all the lights blaze, keep your heart light Play really loud music all hours of the night And when you set the table, set it for two The ghost on your doorstep has to eat, same as you Same as you