Bartholomew.

Bartholomew

if the devil is a lamp post
im a ghost
of the sunken barty jones
and i dont get lary
until
ive had my fill

if the devil was the moon light
im a ghost
i lick all over your watches
to tell you the time
im going to have my fill

if the devil is the train track
im a ghost
who washes all your gloves
now its the backseat
i am full

june lifts
rifts open up the door
im a ghost
hello
bartholomew jones
the devil is your car
im a lamp post
shining in the sky
can you see
i am full
who wants to be
a ghost
your the devil
in the moon
shine
im a ghost
of barty jones
i will get my fill
a little dust upon the table
the back seat
is my throne
the king without a home to call his own
is a ghost
the devil is a lamp post
i was talking just the other night
to bartholomew jones
be carefull
he said
in the moonshine
when your alone
i will get my fill
i am a ghost
now matter how fast you can run
you wont get far
i am the lamp post
driving to your car