Spit on my grave if it makes you feel better, baby
Curse my name to the heavens above and maybe
I'll throw you down a ladder in the shape of a streak of lightning
I may have been snuffed out, it's so frightening
You haven't seen nothing until you've seen
The ghost of Reverend Greene

 You can tell your story's worthless to worthless magazines
Sell yourself up the river in black limousines
But don't come crawling to me on hands and knees
I'd like to kick you in the teeth
But I'm six foot underneath
You haven't seen nothing until you've seen
The ghost of Reverend Greene

 I'd always thought we had something special between us
Something special that now seems so hollow
So I'll leave out the bedroom ceiling
And retire to the attic to whence my life hath no meaning
here lies the ghost of Reverend Greene

 Throw your fist into the air if you have to
Wear garlic necklaces, maybe that would suit you
You drove me out to the point of no return
With your uncanny wicked ways and for this you must in turn
You're not getting of lightly
Not until you've seen the ghost of Reverend Greene

 Honey, you may have gotten away with murder
And I may have lost you to another
But I'm back
The ghost of Reverend Greene
Oooh, oooh
The ghost of Reverend Greene