Kelli Schaefer - Ghost Of The Beast

Mother, you taught me good
You made me want to do the things that I should
You told me Jesus ‘s gonna make me a saint
Gonna take my hand and make my life complete

But the narrow path is closing in
Sometimes I think I’m too fat to fit on it
When the curtains close because the clouds rolled in
It's taking me right back down
Right back down, right back down to the same dungeon

When the cold heartedness of the ghost of the beast is beating on you like a state police
And the only friends that you make are the ones that take take take and they take take take and they got big guns

If I had a mind sharper than a needle
I’d reinvent the wheel/ and take us all home
Where we would know that we’ve got windows to close when it gets cold
But I ain’t got no

But the narrow path is closing in
Sometimes I think I’m too fat to fit on it
When the curtains close because the clouds rolled in
Its taking me right back down, right back down, right back down to the same dungeon