Old Ghostrider

Old ghostrider, old ghostrider

Even people in love get hit by bullets, old ghostrider (don't shoot)

Footsteps/on a spiral stairwell

When I'm trying to say, "Some other time Jack, I just don't feel well"

The air is so thick you could cut and fry it

The noose is so tight you can't untie it/Here he comes now

Old ghostrider, etc

This is the hole/he crawled to die

This is the bar/he lost his eyes

Over the sleepy roofs he rides/over the stinking bodies he slides

Here he comes now, Junior .. Old ghostrider, etc