Paroles de I've Been Dead For Fifty Years

I've been dead for fifty years It's been a dreadful bore Crying every single day The toilet is quite a chore My peers were mean to me In every single class And now all I get are these books Thrown through my bottom I'm a ghost worth fifty points If you aim through my heart But even ghosts need friends too Being lonely like me's an art I'm a ghost worth fifty points If you aim through my heart But even ghosts need friends too Being lonely like me's an art I've been dead for fifty years It's been a dreadful bore Crying every single day The toilet is quite a chore