DESCRIPTION:
Ghost Beat - Laughing Clowns
Lyrics: GHOST BEAT
Its harsher than Ive ever seen
Theres totally unintelligible shouts from there
Stinging sand and stinging rain
Id better get inside before it gets too wet
I hear the sound of marching bands
And uniformed feet
Pretty soon I just cant breathe
With so much screaming my tongue swells more and more each day
One mans meat is anothers poison
Oh ghost beat

This operation sure is big
They surely must expect a fairly major prize
But they seem so careless
Well I suppose that its something that has to be done
With visions of a funeral pyre
See a plane crashing
What kind of place is this
Can you hear it
Ghost beat

I just cant think with this around
cause all I ever hear is that snare drum sound
Its much harsher than its ever been
Its probably what makes me act this way
I hear the call of self-preservation
I really dont want to act this way