I'm not so sure it was a ghost i saw Shit i was tired and devil's all upon my knees Nobody calls me wonderously still What time is it on the hill Counting my gods and Putting my frauds in a row Get your shorts we roll To the beach To the beach come on I'll put these friends into a boat of straw Set it on fire and let it go into the sea Now that you're out there burning Dead people dying again To the beach Come on