Gas Panic
What Toung-less ghost of sin crept through my curtain?
Sailing on a sea of sweat on a stormy night
I think he don�t go a name but I can�t be certain
And in me he starts to confide
�Cos my family don�t seem so familiar
And my enemy�s all know my name
And if you hear me tap on your window
You better get on your knees and prey
Panic is on the way
My pulse pumps out a beat to the ghost dancer
My eyes are dead and my throats like a black hole
And if there�s a god would he give another chance sir
An hour to sing for his souls
�Cos My Family Don�t Seem So Familiar
And my enemy�s all know my name
And if you hear me tap on your window
Then you get on your knees
And you better prey