Ghost

[Verse 1]

The leather soles go shuffling in

Stinking of smoke and ten-cent gin

Now, who will toast our noble host

Who has, this morning, given up the ghost?

The wooden coffer, hand to hand

Kind words are offered, silent prayers

But she is satisfied the most

While stabbing madly at the roast

[Chorus]

The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve

The sons of Cain receive no reprieve

The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve

The sons of Cain receive no reprieve

[Verse 2]

The creditor rides with his men

The death of debtors, he won't forgive

They repossess his silver eyes

Now in the potter's field, he lies

[Chorus]

The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve

The sons of Cain receive no reprieve

The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve

The sons of Cain receive no reprieve

[Bridge]

Waiting for a dead man's shoes

Have you heard the latest news?

Lazarus is back from the dead

Looking as one would expect

Dripping with the waters of Sheol

Babbling about body and soul

And then he found his wife in their bed

Buck naked and already wed

[Verse 3]

The tax collector beneath his sheets

The door swings open, floorboards creak

Now, who will toast our noble host

Who has, this morning, given up the ghost?

[Chorus]

The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve

The sons of Cain receive no reprieve

The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve

The sons of Cain receive no reprieve

[Outro]

The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve

The sons of Cain will receive no reprieve

The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve

The sons of Cain will receive, will receive

Will receive