Letra de ' Rose Pickles ' de Custom Kings

Think that I know now whose ghost haunts my kitchen
I feel his footsteps and I hear him breathe
He cries in the night times with hell fire conviction
Best you hold up your head or you'll never be free
And I read the best words that man's ever written
But it's your voice that cries out to me in my dreams
When I last blessed my eyes with the sweetest of visions
When I close my eyes it's still you that I see

It's you baby, sleep on my floor boards, you smoked up all my deals
It's you baby, and I dream of something more but I wake to a dream

And I gave her my soul the night I saw her naked
I gave her a green but I'll guild it with coke
And I cooked her the best food that she'd ever tasted
But the girl just wants to get wasted

Ooooh bah bah dah bah bah dah bah bah dah that's my baby
Ooooh bah bah dah bah bah dah bah bah dah but she's crazy

It's you baby, sleep on my floor boards you smoked up all my deals
It's you baby, and I dream of something more but I wake to a dream

So pull out the needle and thread and start stitching
So stitch me right up so that I cannot see
'Cos I think that I know now whose ghost haunts my kitchen