He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost

She´s slippin through his fingers as she´s movin´ out to the coast
He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost

If your world was all black and if your world was all white
Then you wouldn´t get much color out of life now right
Nicknamed Shamrock my name is not Shamus
Girlies on the tippy cause my homie is famous
My name is not O´Houigheighi Nor is it Brian
If I said that I was weak you know I´d be lyin´
Suckers try to bite they try to pursue it
If you explain to a musician he´ll tell that he knows it but he just can´t do it