Old Ghostrider Songtext

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
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