Lyrics

We ride a ghost ship.
It's not a pretty ship.
It's got metal lips
and metal hands,
welded together by a chemical fire.
I know you're sick and tired.
Wake up child.
You know it's going to hunt you down.
The city'sgoing to haunt you.

Aw, dammit.
I just want to glam it up.
A little quiver in my lip
and they put me on a drip.
Now I'm high.
The invisible life is laughing as I push through.

But that is not me. It's the ghost of you.

Now I'm laying on the sidewalk
and I'm spitting out the backwash.
Do you hate me now?
Do you believe I am a coward?
Did you think that I was buzzing in the background?

All this perfection... trapped energy in a bottle.
It is my alchemy -- my secret weakness.
Fuck transformation. My power is reinvention.
I'll be forever interesting. I'll be it like I mean it.

Baby, culture pokes your eyes
while baby phantom counts off slate.
Shallow and acrimony lives
on baby phantom power trips.