Church of the Frozen Ghost

I'm up against a wall, And I ain't feeling too tall. I've tried to make the most Of searching high and searching low. My girl is watching over me. I'm like a cat stuck up in a tree Clawing at the heavenly host. Scratching on the door, door of a church Church of the frozen Church of the frozen ghost I'm walking over the line Brewing up some high-class moonshine. I'd like to make a toast To all my friends who used to be foes. We tip our hat to the man And raise our lighters high as we can. We're not the kind to boast bout breaking into a church Church of the frozen Church of the frozen ghost We light up some candles and check out the space. There looking down is the dirty virgin's face. We tip our hat to the man And raise our lighters high as we can. We're not the kind to boast bout breaking into a church Church of the frozen Church of the frozen ghost