Haunted by the misuse of letters
and a generation of bed wetters,
Haunted by our government debtors and casual Super Bowl bettors,
Haunted by the beauty I can not possess and the empty bottles to subdue my stress,
Haunted by the things I can not confess and the image of a devil wearing a blue dress,
Haunted by a disease with no known cure and the politics of business I seldom abhor,
Haunted by the feelings I'm not so sure who it was outside my door,
Haunted by the memory inside my head and the Sunday evenings right before bed,
Haunted by the letters which are still unread
and the dreams deferred that end up dead.
and a generation of bed wetters,
Haunted by our government debtors and casual Super Bowl bettors,
Haunted by the beauty I can not possess and the empty bottles to subdue my stress,
Haunted by the things I can not confess and the image of a devil wearing a blue dress,
Haunted by a disease with no known cure and the politics of business I seldom abhor,
Haunted by the feelings I'm not so sure who it was outside my door,
Haunted by the memory inside my head and the Sunday evenings right before bed,
Haunted by the letters which are still unread
and the dreams deferred that end up dead.
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| Sinead O'Connor & Shane MacGowan, Holland, 1988 |