Lyrics

[Verse 1]
She makes me so unsure of myself
Standing there but never ever talking sense
Just a visitor you see
So much wanting to be seen
Coming to through door, they can carry us way
[Verse 2]
It's a customary thing to say or do
To a disappointed proud man in his grief
And on Fridays she'd be there
And on Monday's not at all
Causally appearing from the closet 'cross the hall
[Verse 3]
You're a ghost
La la la la la la la la
You're a ghost
La la la la la la la la
And the church I've come
To claim you with my iron drum
La la la la la la la la
[Verse 4]
The continent has just fallen in disgrace
William, William, William Rogers put it in it's place
Blood and tears from old Japan
Caravans and lots of jam and maids of honor
Singing, crying, singing tediously
[Verse 5]
You're a ghost
La la la la la la la la
You're a ghost
La la la la la la la la
And the bishop and I come
To claim you with my iron drum
La la la la la la la la
[Verse 6]
Efficiency, Efficiency they say
Good to know that they developed everyday
As the crowds begin complaining
How the Beaujolais is raining
Down on darkened meetings on the
Champs Elysee
[Verse 7]
You're a ghost
La la la la la la la la
You're a ghost
La la la la la la la la
And the bishop and I've come
To claim you with my iron drum
La la la la la la la la
[Verse 8]
You're a ghost
La la la la la la la la
You're a ghost
La la la la la la la la
And the church and I've come
To claim you with my iron drum
La la la la la la la la
Written by: John Cale
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