The Triffids

Old Ghostrider


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Old ghostrider, old ghostrider
Even people in love get hit by bullets, old ghostrider (don't shoot)
Footsteps/on a spiral stairwell
When i'm trying to say, "some other time jack, i just don't feel well"
The air is so thick you could cut and fry it
The noose is so tight you can't untie it/here he comes now
Old ghostrider, etc
This is the hole
He crawled to die
This is the bar
He lost his eyes
Over the sleepy roofs he rides
Over the stinking bodies he slides
Here he comes now, junior .. old ghostrider, etc