Ghosts In White Linen Lyrics
Bob Rivers Ghosts In White Linen
Ghosts in white linen
Never touching the ground
Kids ringing door bells
Making their rounds
Ran out of Snickers
I dont have any more
A pack of Bart Simpsons
Threw eggs at my door
If I catch you I'm gonna get you
Ohh you Bastards
I'm gonna catch you
And wring your neck
Never touching the ground
Kids ringing door bells
Making their rounds
Ran out of Snickers
I dont have any more
A pack of Bart Simpsons
Threw eggs at my door
If I catch you I'm gonna get you
Ohh you Bastards
I'm gonna catch you
And wring your neck




