What Tongueless Ghost Of Sin Crept Through My Curtains 

Sailing On A Sea Of Sweat On A Stormy Night

I Think He Don't Got A Name But I Can't Be Certain

And In Me He Starts To Confide



That My Family Don't Seem So Familiar

And My Enemies All Know My Name

And If You Hear Me Tap On Your Window

Better Get On Yer Knees And Pray Panic Is On The Way



My Pulse Pumps Out A Beat To The Ghost Dancer

My Eyes Are Dead And My Throat's Like A Black Hole

And If There's A God Would He Give Another Chancer

An Hour To Sing For His Soul



Cos My Family Don't Seem So Familiar

And My Enemies All Know My Name

And When You Hear Me Tap On Yer Window

Yer Better Get On Yer Knees And Pray Panic Is On The Way



Cos My Family Don't Seem So Familiar

And My Enemies All Know My Name

And When You Hear Me Tap On Yer Window

Then You Get On Your Knees And You Better Pray