Rose Pickles -

Think that I know now whose ghost haunts my kitchen

I feel his footsteps and I hear him breathe

He cries in the night times with hell fire conviction

Best you hold up your head or you’ll never be free

And I read the best words that man’s ever written

But it’s your voice that cries out to me in my dreams

When I last blessed my eyes with the sweetest of visions

When I close my eyes it’s still you that I see

It’s you baby, sleep on my floor boards, you smoked up all my deals

It’s you baby, and I dream of something more but I wake to a dream

And I gave her my soul the night I saw her naked

I gave her a green but I’ll guild it with coke

And I cooked her the best food that she’d ever tasted

But the girl just wants to get wasted

Ooooh bah bah dah bah bah dah bah bah dah that’s my baby

Ooooh bah bah dah bah bah dah bah bah dah but she’s crazy

It’s you baby, sleep on my floor boards you smoked up all my deals

It’s you baby, and I dream of something more but I wake to a dream

So pull out the needle and thread and start stitching

So stitch me right up so that I cannot see

'Cos I think that I know now whose ghost haunts my kitchen