what toungeless ghost of sin crept through my curtains sailing on a sea of sweat on a stormy night i think he don't got a name but i can't be certain and in me he starts to confide
that my family don't see so familiar and my enemies all know my name and if you hear me tap on your window you better get on your knees and pray panic is on the way
my pulse pumps out a beat to the ghost dancer my eyes are dead and my throat's like a black hole and if there's a god would he give another chancer an hour to sing for his soul
that my family don't see so familiar and my enemies all know my name and when you hear me tap on your window you better get on your knees and pray panic is on the way
cause my family don't see so familiar and my enemies all know my name and when you hear me tap on your window then you get on your knees and you better pray
cause my family don't see so familiar and my enemies all know my name and when you hear me tap on your window you better get on your knees and pray panic is on the way panic is on the way