| Song | Holy Ghost |
| Artist | John Mark McMillan |
| Album | The Borderland Sessions |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Who are we sometimes I wonder | |
| Mercenaries or lovers | |
| On this side of the thunder | |
| It can be awful hard to know | |
| Sell our love for the paycheck or | |
| Spend the night on the freight deck | |
| For all the dues that we collect | |
| Our hearts can be overdrawn | |
| Dead in the water | |
| Like lamb to the slaughter | |
| If the wind doesn’t sing her song | |
| And I’m speaking in tongues | |
| Cause I need a Holy Ghost | |
| The geeks they can smell when you’re coming | |
| Even out in the cold | |
| They’ll wait you out yeah | |
| They’ll grind you down | |
| But they’re gonna get what they’re owed | |
| I know the red thread unravels | |
| I know you’re blue and you’re black | |
| But there’s still time if you don’t mind | |
| The way that the odds are stacked | |
| Dead in the water | |
| Lamb to the slaughter | |
| If the wind doesn’t sing her song | |
| And I’m speaking in tongues | |
| Cause I need a Holy Ghost |
| Who are we sometimes I wonder | |
| Mercenaries or lovers | |
| On this side of the thunder | |
| It can be awful hard to know | |
| Sell our love for the paycheck or | |
| Spend the night on the freight deck | |
| For all the dues that we collect | |
| Our hearts can be overdrawn | |
| Dead in the water | |
| Like lamb to the slaughter | |
| If the wind doesn' t sing her song | |
| And I' m speaking in tongues | |
| Cause I need a Holy Ghost | |
| The geeks they can smell when you' re coming | |
| Even out in the cold | |
| They' ll wait you out yeah | |
| They' ll grind you down | |
| But they' re gonna get what they' re owed | |
| I know the red thread unravels | |
| I know you' re blue and you' re black | |
| But there' s still time if you don' t mind | |
| The way that the odds are stacked | |
| Dead in the water | |
| Lamb to the slaughter | |
| If the wind doesn' t sing her song | |
| And I' m speaking in tongues | |
| Cause I need a Holy Ghost |
| Who are we sometimes I wonder | |
| Mercenaries or lovers | |
| On this side of the thunder | |
| It can be awful hard to know | |
| Sell our love for the paycheck or | |
| Spend the night on the freight deck | |
| For all the dues that we collect | |
| Our hearts can be overdrawn | |
| Dead in the water | |
| Like lamb to the slaughter | |
| If the wind doesn' t sing her song | |
| And I' m speaking in tongues | |
| Cause I need a Holy Ghost | |
| The geeks they can smell when you' re coming | |
| Even out in the cold | |
| They' ll wait you out yeah | |
| They' ll grind you down | |
| But they' re gonna get what they' re owed | |
| I know the red thread unravels | |
| I know you' re blue and you' re black | |
| But there' s still time if you don' t mind | |
| The way that the odds are stacked | |
| Dead in the water | |
| Lamb to the slaughter | |
| If the wind doesn' t sing her song | |
| And I' m speaking in tongues | |
| Cause I need a Holy Ghost |