All My Ghosts Frank Black and the Catholics

(Okay, I'm ready)

(Fresh air
Green hair)

If I could live to be several hundred
I could take a walk and really wander
Really wander

All my ghosts, on every sea, in every land
Who needs that now?
Who needs that now?
Who needs that now?

Have ya heard about the heavenly angels? (Oh)
How they came to earth and met some ladies
With whom they mated

And their young became giants, every one
Who needs that now?
Aw, who needs that now?
Who needs that now?

I was driving across the valley floor
Going past a scene of gore
Something that had ended here
Then I stopped in at a porno store