Meat کے بول

I am a prince I have it all I hear your footsteps through the wall I wait in silence for your call then take a shot and watch you fall I am a ghost but I cannot fly I'm stuck here as the years slide by I need a resting place 'cause I already felt my body die if I had a host of ghosts living on my street I'd jive and strive to stay alive and offer them some meat I need a different life I think perhaps I'd be the missing link and treasure moments as I drink away the memories let the sink