The ghosts of [bad word]  still haunt these trees
You can see [bad word] ghosts down on their knees
 [bad word] when they want,
 [bad word] as they please
Ghosts of [bad word]  in the 70’s

Ghosts in the ramble, ghosts on the pier
Ghosts of the men no longer here
No longer here

I’ve seen them appear with the crescent moon
Felt the air turn cold
Heard ‘em whistle a tune
that raises the dead from a ghostly cocoon
Ghosts of [bad word]  in the 70’s

Ghosts of the ramble, ghosts of the pier
Ghosts of the men no longer here
Ghosts of the [bad word] and ghosts of the baths
Ghosts who still menace my walking paths
Jaunting through their haunting grounds with nervous prying eyes
Each omnipresent, a large iridescent [bad word] between his thighs
Could I have been so brazenly amorous?
Would I have been so glamorously unwise?
Give me liberty and/or little deaths
Pleasure, hound-dog, panting breaths
White t-cells that won’t replace
Scars and lesions on my face

Would I have taken a gamble way back when?
gamble here with all these men?
With the ghosts of the ramble, ghosts of the pier
Ghosts of the men no longer here?
Ghosts of the [bad word] and ghosts of the baths
Ghosts who still menace my walking paths
Ghosts of the ramble, ghosts of the pier
Ghosts of the men no longer here
Ghosts of the [bad word] and ghosts of the baths
Ghosts who still menace my walking paths
Ghosts of the ramble, ghosts of the pier
Ghosts of the men no longer here
Ghosts in the water, Ghosts in the trees
Ghosts of [bad word]  in the 70’s