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What tongueless ghost of sin crept through my curtains?
Sailing on a sea of sweat on a stormy night
I think he donīt got a name but I canīt be certain
And in me he starts to confide
That my family donīt seem so familiar
And my enemies all know my name
And if you hear me tap on your window
Better get on yer knees and pray panic is on the way
My pulse pumps out a beat to the ghost dancer
My eyes are dead and my throatīs like a black hole
And if thereīs a god would he give another chancer
An hour to sing for his soul
Cos my family donīt seem so familiar
And my enemies all know my name
And when you hear me tap on yer window
Yer better get on yer knees and pray panic is on the way
Cos my family donīt seem so familiar
And my enemies all know my name
And when you hear me tap on yer window
Then you get on your knees and you better pray
Cos my family donīt seem so familiar
And my enemies all know my name
And when you hear me tap on your window
Yer better get on yer knees and pray
Panic is on the way
Panic is on the way