Ghosts - Paint It Black

We rattle chains, and we question how we are trained

We speak words profane

We’ll be banging pots and pans until you understand:

We’re following a different plan

Tried to live the good life, I just wasn’t good enough

Tried to live the simple life, I wasn’t simple enough

Tried to live the high life, I couldn’t get high enough

We won’t let you forget