"Dead beat, shoving stuff into our shopping carts    But we don't know the credit-card's corner's cut.    Empty our pockets down the same drain    the paper-bills originally came from.    Save me from basements and rooftops.    Help me - I was buried under parking lots.       Take a look into my eyes now    Take a look into the eyes of a ghost    Reach out for my hands now    Reach out for the hands of a ghost       Dead meat, we're a shareholder's dream    of little babies with price tags on their foreheads.    Gently hold my wrist and feel my pulse    slowly fading into background music.    Save me from basements and rooftops.    Help me - I was buried under parking lots.       Take a look into my eyes now    Take a look into the eyes of a ghost    Reach out for my hands now    Reach out for the hands of a ghost       Slept on the sidewalk.    I've never felt so cold.    Slept on the sidewalk.    You just walked trough my soul.       And I'll come back for what I've left.    To payback a lifetime theft.    And I'll come back for what is mine.    'Cause this life was just one out of nine.       Take a look into my eyes now    Take a look into the eyes of a ghost    Reach out for my hands now    Reach out for the hands of a ghost      The eyes of a ghost       I'll come back for what is mine.    'Cause this life was just one out of nine"