Ghost Story - Paris, 1972

It was seven o'clock in the morning

Too late to handle the day

At home it was only two thirty

The skin on my wrists turning grey

He stood up, wished us good luck

He changed his attitude twice

The box in the corner shivered in fear

It was tired and hungry for days

The next year she bought a new stomach

Of Liverpool made in Detroit

Constantly passing old matches

Some sentries and millionaires

Who did? Gallagher did

The same old thing every time

Gave up morе empty cups

They werе tired and hungry for nights

It made life a little easier

To have Holland on the run

It didn't take that long to forget her

My old man and his gun

Rushed out, lions about

Wasting away on advice

A hundred and three, four hundred or more

It'll haunt you for the rest of your life