This Civil Ghost
The lawmen dug deep
And they found her bones in the park
Oh what a terrible shame; she was five
She was known for her smile
And curls that spun around for miles
She could turn the rain into sun
With her chin above the clouds
If I died and today I was buried alone
What could I say that I did for the world
I cannot recall a time
That I can always say was mine
This rain keeps pouring down my face
Into my hands
Nobody gives a fuck if you do or you don't
Nobody knows who you are
So you will or you won't
All I've got to call my own
Is this faded torn-out page
With a letter signed with love from my host
This civil ghost
They broke down the door
And they cut through the dark with their light
Tied to the bed with a bullet in his head
Laid the man who killed the child
Projectionist and pedophile
The devil followed him down
And led the man to hell
Nobody gives a fuck if you do or you don't
Nobody knows who you are
So you will or you won't
All I've got to call my own
Is this faded torn-out page
With a letter signed with love from my host
This civil ghost
If they fix my poor brain
Would the love in my heart stay unchanged
Would my love for this world be unchained
And they found her bones in the park
Oh what a terrible shame; she was five
She was known for her smile
And curls that spun around for miles
She could turn the rain into sun
With her chin above the clouds
If I died and today I was buried alone
What could I say that I did for the world
I cannot recall a time
That I can always say was mine
This rain keeps pouring down my face
Into my hands
Nobody gives a fuck if you do or you don't
Nobody knows who you are
So you will or you won't
All I've got to call my own
Is this faded torn-out page
With a letter signed with love from my host
This civil ghost
They broke down the door
And they cut through the dark with their light
Tied to the bed with a bullet in his head
Laid the man who killed the child
Projectionist and pedophile
The devil followed him down
And led the man to hell
Nobody gives a fuck if you do or you don't
Nobody knows who you are
So you will or you won't
All I've got to call my own
Is this faded torn-out page
With a letter signed with love from my host
This civil ghost
If they fix my poor brain
Would the love in my heart stay unchanged
Would my love for this world be unchained
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Writer(s): Charles Cain
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