Ghost - Jean-Paul Gaster

[00:25.279]The leather soles go shuffling in
[00:29.541]Stinking of smoke and ten cent gin
[00:35.300]Now who will toast our noble host that has this morning given up the ghost?
[00:46.073]The wooden coffer hand to hand
[00:51.336]Kind words are offered, silent prayers
[00:56.840]But she is satisfied the most while stabbing madly at the roast
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[01:08.158]The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve
[01:13.170]The sons of Cain receive no reprieve
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[01:41.106]The creditor rides with his men
[01:45.609]The death of debtors he won’t forgive
[01:51.121]They repossess his silver eyes, now in the potter’s field he lies
[02:02.144]The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve
[02:07.406]The sons of Cain receive no reprieve
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[02:24.197]Waiting for a dead man’s shoes
[02:29.462]Have you heard the latest news?
[02:34.722]Lazarus is back from the dead
[02:38.230]Looking as one would expect
[02:43.241]Dripping with the waters of Sheol
[02:49.260]Babbling about body and soul
[02:54.274]And Then he found his wife in their bed
[02:59.530]Buck naked and already wed
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[03:20.833]The tax collector beneath his sheets
[03:25.341]The door swings open. Floorboards creak
[03:31.098]Now who will toast our noble host who has this morning given up the ghost?
[03:38.109]The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve
[03:47.373]The sons of Cain receive no reprieve