Not every house is haunted
Not every truth is wanted
No crucifix gonna lull the slave ghosts to sleep
Before the flood brought the thick mud
Before the fire burned the church spire
Never thought to bury anybody too deep
Bad man in a new white suit

Each sand in the piano room
Born again but still forty-two
The afterlife is the damage we do
For every human two rats
Doesn't change with more cats
To keep the grain safe
You have to get the weather to stay
Bad man in a new white suit
Beach sand in the piano room
Born again but still forty two
The afterlife is the damage we do
Alpha dog and Omegaman
The only mowed lawn in the new town plan
Motor city madness has always been lying in wait
Bad now and it only gets worse
Bad luck fell out the door of the hearse
Bad news has a hand in your purse
Good man went a little off track
Get to heaven then watch your back
Good timing like a heart attack