Holy Ghost - John Mark McMillan

Who are we sometimes I wonder

Mercenaries or lovers

On this side of the thunder

It can be awful hard to know

Sell our love for the paycheck or

Spend the night on the freight deck

For all the dues that we collect

Our hearts can be overdrawn

Dead in the water

Like lamb to the slaughter

If the wind doesn’t sing her song

And I’m speaking in tongues

Cause I need a Holy Ghost

The geeks they can smell when you’re coming

Even out in the cold

They’ll wait you out yeah

They’ll grind you down

But they’re gonna get what they’re owed

I know the red thread unravels

I know you’re blue and you’re black

But there’s still time if you don’t mind

The way that the odds are stacked

Dead in the water

Like lamb to the slaughter

If the wind doesn’t sing her song

And I’m speaking in tongues

Cause I need a Holy Ghost