My Ghost

C Am G F C

                              Am
My ghost drives around with a bag of
 dead fish
G                 F              
Falling neutrinos drift through 
   C
the trees
He staggers and reels, runs up 
Am
credit card bills
    G                        F    
And clogs up the toilet with 
      C
bottles of pills

Am                  Em
Here in the bipolar ward
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       Am                    G
If you shower you get a gold star
        F                     
But I'm not going far till the 
 C
Haldol kicks in
G
Until then, until then

    F                             
I'm strapped to this fucking twin 
C
bed
      F                        C
And I won't get any cookies or tea
       F            C
Till I stop quoting Nietzsche
             Am                E
And brush my teeth and comb my hair

G

C                 Am
Days pass slow in slippers and robe
       G                        F
But my ghost still bangs on the roof
     C                       Am
Like John the Baptist in the rain
          G                 F
While the nurses play Crazy Eights