I gave shelter to a registered ghost
Had all the answers, so he claimed
But his hands were not warm, they were cold
And he needed my notes
Yeah, I gave shelter to a registered ghost
He had filthy lapels, he wore fashionable clothes
I was so happy to meet someone I could never know
When the spirit you see has you down on your knees
Just remember to take pictures
'Cause it's only a dream
The pain that you feel may be earthly and real
It's a foot in your ribs and a voice in your ear
Saying "roll back over"
I had breakfast with a registered ghost
A knock-kneed ex-star with a beard that glows
He picked through his meal, I could see where it goes
He said, "See the crest of that hill?
You may be cheating time, it's getting closer still"
He was mean, he didn't wear shoes, he was a ghost
He said, "I make my own scene"