In the morning it takes me quite a while to clear my head And as the day moves on I find it hard to smile at something said So I took control, priority #1, and that's me Then I cut the dragons head off and put away my gun So let it be I'm dying prematurely, I'm wasting my life for sure I'm trying to kill what's happening to me A ghost along the Mississippi
I never thought before, a life could be so strange, but it is And I guess my one a day, became 10 or 12 or more and more But I've got a gift, it's something called my friends or love With them and I combined, I'll beat an early end It's been done before Nothing of passing away, or losing just one more day I'm dying to kill what's wrong with me A ghost along the Mississippi