Pissing on a camp fire
With the morning coming close
Breaking empty bottles
And laughing at the ghosts
Laughing
Sitting in the evening
In a cluster on the porch
Recounting, man, we?re spinning
And laughing at the ghosts
Laughing
Laughing at the GhostsPissing on a camp fire With the morning coming close Breaking empty bottles And laughing at the ghosts Laughing Sitting in the evening In a cluster on the porch Recounting, man, we?re spinning And laughing at the ghosts Laughing |