C Am G F C 

                              Am 
My ghost drives around with a bag of dead fish 
G                 F                 C 
Falling neutrinos drift through the trees 
                               Am 
He staggers and reels, runs up credit card bills 
    G                        F          C 
And clogs up the toilet with bottles of pills 

Am                  Em 
Here in the bipolar ward 
       Am                    G 
If you shower you get a gold star 
        F                      C 
But I'm not going far till the Haldol kicks in 
G 
Until then, until then 

    F                             C 
I'm strapped to this fucking twin bed 
      F                        C 
And I won't get any cookies or tea 
       F            C 
Till I stop quoting Nietzsche 
             Am                E 
And brush my teeth and comb my hair 

G  

C                 Am 
Days pass slow in slippers and robe 
       G                        F 
But my ghost still bangs on the roof 
     C                       Am 
Like John the Baptist in the rain 
          G                 F 
While the nurses play Crazy Eights