My Ghost

C Am G F C

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

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

    F                             C
I'm strapped to this fucking twin 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