Black Rebel Motorcycle Club - Some Kind Of Ghost Lyrics

Black Rebel Motorcycle Club – Some Kind Of Ghost Lyrics

Down two crossroads you lay
Sweet lord I’m coming home to stay
Sworn your last turn thrown
Sweet lord I’m comin’ home for good
Oh whoa sweet lord I’m comin’ home
Oh oh whoa where are ya gonna go

The sweetest souls get there fill
If you tell me the best, know your number chill
Famous name they got paid
Sweet lord it’s written on their face
Oh when we gonna get ghost
Oh oh oh sweet lord come home
Don’t feel like some kind of ghost
Don’t feel like some kind of ghost
Don’t feel like some kind of ghost
Don’t feel like some kind of ghost

[Black Rebel Motorcycle Club – Some Kind Of Ghost Lyrics]