Oh, I can't even wish for death
As I drew my last breath
About a thousand years ago
And now, all I can do is roam
'Round somebody else's home
Haunting people I don't know
I get sad every night
And I look bad wearing white
I'm a terrible ghost
A really terrible ghost
How I wish that I could quit
'Cause I hate all the spooky shit
I'd rather smoke a bowl instead
And I don't mean to be untoward
But man, fuck a Ouija board
I think I'll just go back to bed
Have a cry, watch TV
My dad was right, he always said I'd be
Such a terrible ghost
Useless, lazy ghost
I dream every night that I'd learn how
To scare a child or two
But then, when I wake up, I realize
I still don't know boo 'bout being a ghost
All the other ghosts are dicks, cruel to me
Don't get me started on those chicks
They see right through me
Man, when is it over? This sad, sad song?
Oh, eternity? Cool, that's not very long
I don't care, too forlorn
It's not fair, I never asked to be born
And dead then undead
Like I said, I'm a terrible ghost
A really terrible ghost
Fuck you, Dad
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