I'm not so sure it was a ghost i saw
Shit i was tired and devil's all upon my knees
Nobody calls me wonderously still
What time is it on the hill
Counting my gods and
Putting my frauds in a row
Get your shorts we roll
To the beach
To the beach come on
I'll put these friends into a boat of straw
Set it on fire and let it go into the sea
Now that you're out there burning
Dead people dying again
To the beach
Come on