NICE GHOST

Lyrics

There's someone in the leaves
A whisper in the trees
There's something up his sleeve and I'm afraid

A shadow on my back
And twigs begin to crack
He follows in my tracks and I'm afraid

Axes, axes
Sharpening the axes
Axes, axes

You think he uses stones
And makes a mighty throw?
My cracking pile of bones just wouldn't win

I'd like to see him dead
The tools are in the shed
I don't think that his head could ever win

Axes, axes
Sharpening the axes
Axes, axes

Axes, axes
Sharpening the axes
Axes, axes

Run away
Run away
Run away
Run away

He's gonna getcha-getcha
He's gonna getcha
He's gonna getcha-getcha
He's gonna getcha
He's gonna getcha-getcha
He's gonna getcha
He's gonna getcha-getcha
He's gonna getcha
He's gonna getcha-getcha