The Ghost Of Reverand Greene by Madness
Spit on my grave if it makes you feel better baby,
Curse my name to the heaven's above and maybe,
I'll throw you down a ladder in the shape of a streak of lightning,
I may have been snuffed out, it's so frightening ,
You haven't seen nothing until you've seen -
The ghost of reverend greene.
You can tell your story's to worthless magazines,
Sell yourself up the river in black limousines,
But don't crawling to me on hands and knees,
I'd like to kick you in the teeth,
But I'm 6 foot underneath,
You haven't seen nothing until you've seen -
The ghost of reverend greene.
I'd always thought we had something special between us,
Something special that now seems so hollow,
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