What It Is

Thick heads oh you don’t believe

Until the spirit has crept in between your sheets

Oh what it is

Oh what it is

That’s just a draft and you imagined a laugh

Discredit the gasp for he’s been pullin’ the schnapps

Oh what it is

Oh what it is

From the patriarch to the man in the book

Insane to the saints they have all been shook

Oh what it is

Oh what it is

Things aren’t always what they seem

Demons or ghosts or a rumpot’s dream

Sleep deprived or hypnotized

Easy to throw aside until it’s in your eyes

I am a man of no specific faith

I have no knowledge of beyond the grave

But I can’t deny

The dead don’t always die

I have seen a ghost and it was no mistake

It was as clear as all the drinks I’ve drank

But I swear I was dry

The dead don’t always die

I was no believer in the tales of fear

To think that Lucifer was always here

That may be a lie

The dead don’t always die

Life is a blessin’ ‘til you meet your death

Make good with your living breath

Make good with life

You may never die

Eternal life