Oh
I am the ghost of Troubled Joe
Hung by his pretty white neck
Some eighteen months ago
I traveled to a mystical time zone
And I missed my bed
And I soon came home
They said:
There's too much caffeine
In your blood stream
And a lack of real spice
In your life
I said:
Leave me alone because
I'm alright, Dad
Surprised to still be
On my own
But oh, don't mention love
I'd hate the strain of the pain again
A rush and a push and the land
That we stand on is ours
It has been before
So it shall be again
And people who are uglier than you and I
They take what they need, and just leave
But oh, don't mention love
I'd hate the strain of the pain all over again
A rush and a push and the land
That we stand on is ours
It has been before
So why can't it be now?
And people who are weaker than you and I
They take what they want from life
But oh, don't mention love
No no, don't mention love
A rush and a push and the land
That we stand on is ours
Your youth may be gone
But you're still a young...
Hold me, hold me, hold me
Hold me, hold me, hold me
And oh, I think I'm in love
And oh, I think I'm in love
And oh, I think I'm in love
No oh oh
Hold me, hold me, hold me
Hold me, hold me, hold me
Hold me, hold me, hold me
Hold me, hold me, hold me