Ghost writers in the sky !


An old niche writer went ridin' out one dark and windy day,
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed partners he saw
Come rushin' through the ragged skies and up his cloudy draws.

Yipie i ay Yipie i oh
Ghost writers in the sky

His hands were still on fire and his drink of lemon peel
His corns were black and shiny but their hot breath you could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky
He saw the other writers coming hard... and he heard their mournful
cry

Yipie i ay Yipie i oh
Ghost writers in the sky.

His face is gaunt his eyes were blurred his shirts all soaked with
sweat
They're writing hard to catch that nerd but they 'aint caught him yet
'cause they've got to write forever in the range up in the sky
On keyboards snorting fire as they write on he hears them cry

Yipie i ay Yipie i oh
Ghost writers in the sky.

The writers leaned on by him he heard one call his name,
If you want to save your soul from hell a writing on our range
Then writer-boy change your ways today or with us you will ride
Tryin' to catch a devil nerd.... a-cross these endless skies.

Yipie i ay Yipie i oh
Ghost writers in the sky.
Ghost writers in the sky.
Ghost writers in the sky.