Am I pretty, little mirror?
Don't show me the bones
The skin is a good makeup
..
I like the hues and tones
Nobody knows I'm a ghost
I pass for a pretty girl,
Only the reflection calls me out
Even the texture on a pearl
The king must die tonight
He's not the real king
It is I who must rule the land
I must be everything
Ghosts will have a country now
They'll have their fridge
We'll not eat rotten meat
Or bats from under the bridge
Monuments for scarecrows
Carved out of shiny stones
Even a library with coffee
Emblem skull and cross bones
I have a dream
Ghosts of color will be free
All the soot will be painted white
White skulls dangle on a tree
We'll teach special effects
Ghosts need to know their tricks
A ghost without the right superstition
Can get pelted with bricks
Regular jobs will be a thing
Hauntings won't be rare
With mushrooms of training schools
I'll guarantee a scare
We'll have clubs with chairs
Even a damn golf course
Will repair fractures now
Own our first air force
I'll have to hurry up
I can't be seen in the day
What a fright that would be
I don't think I need to say
