| Song | A Life As A Ghost |
| Artist | Editors |
| Album | You Are Fading I-IV |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| The kids are dancing tonight, maybe we'll join them | |
| There's blood in the air tonight, it crushes the boredom | |
| Grab your coats, get to the boats, head to the coast | |
| Tonight, we sail to the edge of the world | |
| Get out of this house now, head for the horizon | |
| Tonight, we take the town, so pick your poison | |
| Here's a toast, a life as a ghost is better than most | |
| If we have our love in the gutter | |
| Dance, fucker, dance, you were born to entertain | |
| Sing, choir boy, sing, wash your sins down the drain | |
| In a violent haze, under the streetlights' gaze | |
| Dance, fucker, dance, you were born to entertain | |
| Now without water | |
| Death takes us before hunger | |
| We dug a well for the water | |
| We put on this fire | |
| Dance, fucker, dance, you were born to entertain | |
| Sing, choir boy, sing, wash your conscience down the drain | |
| In a violent haze, under the streetlights' gaze | |
| Dance, fucker, dance, you were born to entertain |
| The kids are dancing tonight, maybe we' ll join them | |
| There' s blood in the air tonight, it crushes the boredom | |
| Grab your coats, get to the boats, head to the coast | |
| Tonight, we sail to the edge of the world | |
| Get out of this house now, head for the horizon | |
| Tonight, we take the town, so pick your poison | |
| Here' s a toast, a life as a ghost is better than most | |
| If we have our love in the gutter | |
| Dance, fucker, dance, you were born to entertain | |
| Sing, choir boy, sing, wash your sins down the drain | |
| In a violent haze, under the streetlights' gaze | |
| Dance, fucker, dance, you were born to entertain | |
| Now without water | |
| Death takes us before hunger | |
| We dug a well for the water | |
| We put on this fire | |
| Dance, fucker, dance, you were born to entertain | |
| Sing, choir boy, sing, wash your conscience down the drain | |
| In a violent haze, under the streetlights' gaze | |
| Dance, fucker, dance, you were born to entertain |
| The kids are dancing tonight, maybe we' ll join them | |
| There' s blood in the air tonight, it crushes the boredom | |
| Grab your coats, get to the boats, head to the coast | |
| Tonight, we sail to the edge of the world | |
| Get out of this house now, head for the horizon | |
| Tonight, we take the town, so pick your poison | |
| Here' s a toast, a life as a ghost is better than most | |
| If we have our love in the gutter | |
| Dance, fucker, dance, you were born to entertain | |
| Sing, choir boy, sing, wash your sins down the drain | |
| In a violent haze, under the streetlights' gaze | |
| Dance, fucker, dance, you were born to entertain | |
| Now without water | |
| Death takes us before hunger | |
| We dug a well for the water | |
| We put on this fire | |
| Dance, fucker, dance, you were born to entertain | |
| Sing, choir boy, sing, wash your conscience down the drain | |
| In a violent haze, under the streetlights' gaze | |
| Dance, fucker, dance, you were born to entertain |