Ghost - Clutch

The leather soles go shuffling in

Stinking of smoke and ten cent gin

Now who will toast our noble host that has this morning given up the ghost?

The wooden coffer hand to hand

Kind words are offered, silent prayers

But she is satisfied the most while stabbing madly at the roast

The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve

The sons of Cain receive no reprieve

The creditor rides with his men

The death of debtors he won’t forgive

They repossess his silver eyes, now in the potter’s field he lies

The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve

The sons of Cain receive no reprieve

Waiting for a dead man’s shoes

Have you heard the latest news?

Lazarus is back from the dead

Looking as one would expect

Dripping with the waters of Sheol

Babbling about body and soul

And Then he found his wife in their bed

Buck naked and already wed

The tax collector beneath his sheets

The door swings open.

Floorboards creak

Now who will toast our noble host who has this morning given up the ghost?

The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve

The sons of Cain receive no reprieve