Ghosts

At night there's ghosts that slip round the screen
They're much too smart to think of the times when we swung from the trees
You, me and my friends, the road so far below

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

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's all jumped up, he's turned to dust cause he got nailed down some time ago
Now his thoughts are for nothing and it's 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

Cause my memory
Yeah it tells me
That I am not what I used to be

I don't know what I need but I need it
Cause my memory
Yeah it tells me
That I am not what I used to be

Don't you feel this sometimes?