Ghosts - Holly Cole

If God turned up today could anybody

Think of anything clever to say?

I taught 'em but they’re in their

Own idea of hell

So come on everybody gotta help me unwind

Get rid of those ghosts in my mind, in my mind

Newton, slipping something slyly into the drink says, «Satan my boy

I’m starting to think that there’s better ways of making a mint coz my blood

turns blue and my head is shrinking»

Einstein howling senseless trapped

Down in the hole

He' all jumped up, turned to dust coz he got nailed down some time ago

Now his thoughts are for nothing and its

Starting to show now

Don’t you feel this sometimes?

If God turned up today could anybody

Think of anything clever to say?

I taught 'em but they’re in their

Own idea of hell

So come on everybody gotta help me unwind

Get rid of those ghosts in my mind, in my mind

Coz my memory

Yeah it tells me

That I am not what I used to be