What It Is

Thick heads oh you don’t believe 
Until the spirit has creeped in between your sheets 
Oh what it is 
Oh what it is 

That’s just a draft and you imagined a laugh 
Discredit the gasp for he been pullin on the shnapps 
Oh what it is 
Oh what it is 

From the patriarch to the man of the book 
Insane to the saints they have all been shook 
Oh what it is 
On what it is 

Things aren’t always what they seem 
Demons or ghosts or a rumpot’s dream 
Sleep deprived or hypnotized 
Easy to throw aside until it’s in your eyes 

I am a man of no specific faith 
I have no knowledge of beyond the grave 
But I can’t deny the dead don’t always die 
I have seen a ghost and it was no mistake 
It was as clear as all the drinks I’ve drank 
But I swear I was dry the dead don’t always die

I was no believer in the tales of fear 
To think that Lucifer was always here 
That may be a lie the dead it don’t always die
Life is a blessin til you meet your death 
Make good with your living breath 
Make good with life 
You may never die Eternal life