Exhibition Tour 1987: Ghost lyrics

I've been there and seen it
I've been up and down
And I've been fighting for so long.

I can't stop for all your stories
I can't stop for all you young hearts.

Been up on the power
Been down and ashamed
I'm sure I'm guilty of something now.

I'm back and I'm proven
I'm back and I'm strong
And I've been waiting for so long.

Down in the park
Where the Machmen meet
The machines are playing `kill-by-numbers'
Down in the park with a friend called `Five'

I was in a car crash
Or was it the war?
Well, I've never been quite the same
Little white lies like I was there

Come to Zom-Zom's , a place to eat
Like it was built in one day
You can watch the humans
Try to run

Oh, look, there's a rape machine

Here in my car
I feel safest of all
I can lock all my doors
It's the only way to live
In cars
Here in my car
I can hardly receive
I can listen to you
It keeps me stable for days
In cars

Here in my car
Where the image breaks down
Will you visit me please
If I open my door
In cars
Here in my car
You know I've started to think
About leaving tonight
Although nothing seems right
In cars

And this is my story.
My face, the picture's changed
Do you remember me
Now I'm fighting to breathe
It's been such a long time

Do you want to come
Do you want to come
Do you want to come with me now

Nothing here for me now
I can't believe the noise
We'll take this place apart
I won't be here for long
I know they'll find me soon

But now the weakness comes
I'll question everything

This is not love
This is not even worth a point of view
In Echo Park, I
Pause for effect and whisper 'who are you?'

They crawl out of their holes for me
And I die: You die
Hear them laugh, watch them turn on me
And I die: You die
See my scars, they call me such things
Tear me, tear me, tear me

Now I have your names
Screaming 'you will suffer' and 'you're all too late'
Now I feel young

instrumental

I need it
The sex skin habit
You could just crawl out
And forget I'm here

I need it
Love and something
I'd just as soon forget
So keep it out the papers

I need it
'The sex musicians'
I'll show you 'something'
While the boys beat time

I need it
And she's still waiting
We like to wake up
In a strange bed romance

One more time for me
You are the young things fed on garbage and lies

Here am I
Like a target in flesh
One more time
For you to call out the dogs
Passengers
With a ticket to burn and burn and burn
You will learn
I'm still waiting for you you know

I'm a slogan, an old story,
A disease, never again
I don't like this, new anger,
These young boys, just make me laugh
This picture, I'm so nervous,
The DJ, says 'who are you?'
Look at me, I'm shaking,

It's cold outside
And the paint's peeling off of my walls
There's a man outside
In a long coat, grey hat, smoking a cigarette

Now the light fades out
And I'm wondering what I'm doing in a room like this
There's a knock on the door
And just for a second I thought I remembered you

So now I'm alone
Now I can think for myself
About little deals
And S.U.s
And things that I just don't understand

Confiscate letters like D.E.B.
No natural course of things for her to expect
Withdraw the feelings 'You can, you can't'
I called your number as you told the world

Something is wrong

There is no longer any normal to me
You're my assassin but you can't see the crime
Pointless possessions of me you greed
I looked at you mistaking needles for eyes

Something is wrong

I've seen the 'action'
All kinds of people
Seen things disgusting
I've seen it all

I've heard excuses
All kinds of stories
I've heard confessions
I've heard it all

They wrote bad poems
Painted bad pictures
They say we used them
I'm not sure

Some call it love and
Some call it affection
I don't believe it
It's all clean young flesh

And we all fall down
We all fall down

You say you want it

This is a story
And this is a song
Every little thing that they
Tell you is wrong
This isn't evil
This is a sound
And this conversation is possibly down.

I know that I'm not all that pretty
I know that I don't sound like I should
I don't even belong to fashion.

This is a secret
And all this is true
Everything I tell you belongs here with you
I'm not a hero
I'm no good

Stroll to the cafe
My God how time flies
I close up my brain
And another friend dies

I feel like a mirror
Feel like nothing is mine
I could go back to crying
But now dying seems fine

So I hang from the ceiling
Or I sit on the air
Or rot in a corner
Until somebody cares

Faces at random
I quote people I knew
I'd love to be like me
If I could feel like you

Here am I, more roche five than pain

We're in the building
Where they make us grow
And I'm frightened by
The liquid engineers
Like you.

My Mallory heart
Is sure to fail
I could crawl around the floor
Just like I'm real
Like you.

The sound of metal
I want to be
You
I should learn to be a man
Like you.

Plug me in
And turn me on
Oh everything is moving.

I need my treatment
It's tomorrow they send me
Singing 'I am an American'.

We are young we can break
Watch us fall
We can take some train
Down to the sea
We are glass, we are glass
We are real you can touch
Just for now
And then say
'Hey you, which way is down'
We are glass, we are glass

We are strong we run though
We have time
And to you I'm just
One of those boys
We are glass, we are glass
We are cold
We're not supposed to cry
But it's all just a thought

This disease
I'm out of my class
This disease
I'm needle sick again
This disease
We must expect such things
This disease
She finds me the girls

Tick tock tick
All gone all gone all gone
Tick tock tick
Whispering goodbye
Tick tock tick
Who is talking?
Tick tock tick
I don't have the choice

Look at me
A puppet dancing on strings
Look at me
And this is easy?
Look at me
I got the screams
Look at me

We are
Walking nostalgia
Like old movies for real
Look at me, look at you
Look at them, look at us

I'm young
Sell a slim body to the man next door
Sell a slim body to the man next door
Like my sister Surprise

We'll wait for you

We are
The pleasure creation
Gone wrong. Gone wrong.

We are
Walking ghost stories
No religion
No relief
No old wisdom
No belief
Sometimes I could scream

Assassination of the voice of God
I don't know if I can do it
I've found the problem and the problem's you
I'm here to pick up the pieces.

You won't remember me but I do you
I told you that I would come back
Everything will be decided here
They can read it in the papers.

Your breathing haunts me
My breathing?
The sleeproom still waits for me.

Join the army you can see the world

The alarm rang for days
You could tell from conversations
I was waiting by the screen
I couldn't recognise my photograph
Me, I disconnect from you

I was walking up the stairs
Something moved in silence
I could feel his mind decaying
Only inches away from me
And I disconnect from you

Please don't turn me off
I don't know what I'm doing outside
Me and the telephone that never rings