Ghost Sauce

Diddlin on a bus away A line to hell Down on a motorway There's a light dimmerin' down Line goin round the corner There's a light sayin "Right this way" The thing about takin a number It doesn't seem to make you number Seems all the same The things you're supposed to Do to feel better Don't make even The slightest change Goes low around Standing by the coast Take the line around Runnin around this ghost Around this ghost It's lightin up It's asleep even though it's awake Ghost is tired as hell Ghost is tired as hell And the strange twisted weather Reminds you you got no choice But to keep it together Slowly swing from left to right Try to keep separated wrong From right Ghost is on the road Terrified and swirling Yes and no Grinding in place