Dead beat, shoving stuff into our shopping carts
But we don't know the credit-card's corner's cut
Empty our pockets down the same drain the paper-bills originally came from
Save me from basements and rooftops
Oh help me, I was buried under parking lots

Take a look into my eyes now
Take a look into the eyes of a ghost
Reach out for my hands now
Reach out for the hands of a ghost

Dead meat, we're a shareholder's dream of little babies with price tags on their foreheads
Gently hold my wrist and feel my pulse slowly fading to the background music
Save me from basements and rooftops
Oh help me, I was buried under parking lots

Take a look into my eyes now
Take a look into the eyes of a ghost
Reach out for my hands now
Reach out for the hands of a ghost

Slept on the sidewalk
I've never felt so cold
Slept on the sidewalk
I've never felt so cold

I'll come back for what I've left
I pay back a lifetime theft
I'll come back for what is mine
This life was just one out of nine

Take a look into my eyes now
Take a look into the eyes of a ghost
Reach out for my hands now
Reach out for the hands of a ghost
The eyes of a ghost
I'll come back for what is mine
This life was just one out of nine