Ghost Story lyrics

We rubbed our elbows raw We placed phone calls I'm no genius, but I know when Rome falls Said: Strike while it’s hot Said: I know I'm gettin’ burned here And if you never return, dear, well, at least there’s alcohol On the bench by the bondage bar He sips his flask And keeps an eye for cop cars With his head thrown back He tells me I'm the best Ghost story he’s ever had Those little polish shops The families and their dogs There’s so much goin’ right here Why’s it feel so wrong? He says: You never stop to consider you own nature He tells me I'm a teacher I tell him he’s a fraud On the bench by the bondage bar He sips his flask And keeps an eye for cop cars With his head thrown back He tells me I'm the best Ghost story he’s ever had We rubbed our elbows raw We placed phone calls I'm no genius