Ghosts In White Linen Lyrics

Bob Rivers Ghosts In White Linen

Ghosts in white linen
Never touching the ground
Kids ringing door bells
Making their rounds
Ran out of Snickers
I dont have any more
A pack of Bart Simpsons
Threw eggs at my door
If I catch you I'm gonna get you
Ohh you Bastards
I'm gonna catch you
And wring your neck