Sons of the coast

Lay and watch an evil man
An evil man with evil plans
My God, I am a gjost, by God I am a ghost
But I am not one of those you are not one of those
We're like brothers by blood sifting through seperate floods
We are not like the sons of the soil on the coast
We're like the past: So near or not even close
Hid by binges and or dives or in the feathers of our wives
My God, you are a ghost, by God you are a ghost
But you are not one of those, no you're not one of those
We're like brothers by blood sifting through seperate floods
We are not like the sons of the soil on the coast
We're like the past: So near or not even close
Cruel and young, with borrowed lungs, by deviled tongues
All we have is the grave, jolily and the folks and we'll have the past so near
Or not even close