Letra de Living With Ghosts - The Black Pacific

(Woho, woho
Woho, woho
Woho, woho)

Pardon me if I'm not so discreet
All these freaks on the street we all got the disease
Gunshot - why not? When your backs on the wall
Give it everything you got
Don't mind me I just find history
To be full of deceit that's disguised as belief
That's ok, it's the price that we pay
To enjoy the abundant consumption and fame
A god given dream - we pour fire on gasoline

(woho, woho)
Are we so comatose?
(woho, woho)
Are we living with ghosts?
(woho, woho)
And do we really know? Give me a little bit
(woho, woho)
Are we better than this?
(woho, woho)
We dont't know when to quit
(woho, woho)
Man is that all there is? Give me a little bit

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Come with me cause I'd like you to see
All the dust and debries of what
once passed for dreams
Cheap shot - so what?
When you suck up abuse, man
You never get enough

Can't you see that it's all fantasy
and the lies we believe are starting to breed
That's Ok - It's just life day to day
As we drown ot the sorrow of your own decay
A god given dream - we pour fire on gasoline

(woho, woho)
Are we so comatose?
(woho, woho)
Are we living with ghosts?
(woho, woho)
And do we really know? Give me a little bit
(woho, woho)
Are we better than this?
(woho, woho)
We dont't know when to quit
(woho, woho)
Man is that all there is? Give me a little bit