You think, you think you're pretty smart,
But I can cause a little pain,
She wraps the cord around her arm,
Tries hard to find the little vain.

Oh, she lines the pictures in a pretty row,
To create the circumstances that the evidence will show.
And who will be a witness for the solitary host?
If you sleep tonight, the visitation of the ghost.

You think that I don't know your game,
A pretty, pretty, pretty little face.
Despite every book and every little kiss you took,
She'll take your place.

Oh, she lines the pictures, in a pretty row,
To create the circumstances that the evidence will show.
And who will be a witness for the solitary host?
If you sleep tonight, the visitation of the ghost.

Oh my Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord...
(Oh my Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord...)
Oh my Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord...
(Oh my Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord...)
Oh my Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord...
(Oh my Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord...)
Oh my Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord...
(Oh my Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord...)
Oh my Lord... Oh Lord...

Yeah, She lines the pictures in a pretty row,
To create the circumstances that the evidence will show.
And who will be a witness for the solitary host?
If you sleep tonight, the visitation of the ghost.
Of the ghost! Ghost!
Oh!

She lines the picture in a pretty row,
To create a circumstances that the evidence will show.
And who will be a witness for the solitary host?
And if you sleep tonight, the visitation of the ghost.