Ghosts Of The Past

by West

Written by Bill and James West

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Lyrics

And it rose, yes it rose from the mist of the swamp
By the light of the bad risin' moon
Burning bright, so bright, like a star
It was gone, it was gone all too soon

It spoke to me then like it knew me well
Who would have guessed it would go straight to Hell?
Sometimes I just sit and listen to Ghosts Of The Past

Money talks, yes it talks, but your bullshit walks
And all of your friendships always live to die
You had to have everything your own way
Even at the cost of family ties

It spoke to me then like it knew me well
Who would have guessed it would go straight to Hell?
Sometimes I just sit and listen to Ghosts Of The Past

You know that it?s always been this way
We live life in the jungle then we grow old
But that aint' how it always has to be
That you only grow more bitter and your heart grows cold

It spoke to me then like it knew me well
Who would have guessed it would go straight to Hell?
Sometimes I just sit and listen to Ghosts Of The Past
Ghosts Of The Past
Ghosts Of The Past
Ghosts Of The Past
Ghosts Of The Past

Tina West - Vocals
Bill West - Guitar / Bass
James West - Guitar / Drums