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lyrics
Chapter VI
Party Ghost is here, oh he's finally arrived.
Yeah, he's late, what did you expect? He clearly has no sense of time.
“Who'd I miss?” Who gives a shit. It's just another basement show.
“Where's the weed? I brought the boos!” Party Ghost ain't here to lose.
If you play that perfect lick, the Party Ghost'll start the pit.
So raise'em up and chug'em down, he'll drink you right into the ground.
From the grave, into this musty cave
the Party Ghost is here shotgunning all my beers.
He says he's here for fun, but he's doing all my drugs.
The definition of keeping the spirits high.
He’s that guy, every show, who ends up on the floor.
‘nother beer? Why not? Pass the bottle, take a shot!
He says he’s here for fun, but he’s breaking all my stuff.
No matter what he does, he's always fuckin' it up.
Go go go Party Ghost!
He probably shouldn't drink no mo'!
He says he's here to get down, looks more like he's clownin' around.
Who brought this guy? We really need to find his ride!
It's scary how much he drinks, poppin' tops til the final klink
Drank'em all, plus the rest, always drinks himself to death.
He's always havin' fun, makin' bros pay for his pizza.
Entity glowing white, bumpin' hard all through the night.
All the ladies look away, when he starts floatin' their way.
'cross the room you can smell all the ghastly stuff he's inhaled.
It may not be Halloween, but he's here to make a scene.
Vortex in the moshpit, bodies flying out of it.
Go go go Party Ghost!
He probably shouldn't drink no mo'!
He says he's here to get down, looks more like he's clownin' around.
Who brought this guy? We really need to find his ride!