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The Tambourine Girls - Ghosts Lyrics

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The Tambourine Girls – Ghosts Lyrics

They got up to receive their reward tonight
All in their fancy regalia
Those happy few, who you put it up to
Teach me how it is in Australia

As the writers sit around in their glory
Telling stories already been told
Well the newspapers then, they must have been thin
Before we could jump into the mould

And the ghost of some wife beating singer
Will follow you home to your bed
So I’ll sing you a song, for the things I’ve done wrong
And hope that you’ll love me when I’m dead

Now they’re talking bout my generation
Because no one’s afraid of what’s old
And I don’t get to feel, no benzedrine thrill
On Cormac McCarthy’s road

But on TV you’ll brag of your habit
And you’ll laugh how important you are
Oh it might have been bad, but you don’t feel too sad
While you’re mixing it up with the stars

Then you’ll end up inside a museum
And the highest of praise will be sung
For all the things that you lack, one more pat on the back
Will most likely burst your lung

Step right up come and see, the brand new Ned Kelly
Watch as it all comes undone
One more hero you make, of the bones that you break
With the laws that you’re so quick to jump on

Still the ghost of some wife beating singer
Will follow you home to your bed
So I’ll sing you a song, for the things I’ve done wrong
And hope that you’ll love me when I’m dead

[Lyrics to Ghosts by The Tambourine Girls]

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