Ghost of the fire, hungry and bold Glows in the corner of my wood soul All his paper words have turned to stone Graves in the garden all burned to bone Sign your name and claim one of your own Graves in the garden all burned to bone The ground is stolen I hotly own Ghost of the fire glows in my home All his paper words have turned to stone Graves in the garden all burned to bone Sign your name and claim one of your own Graves in the garden all burned to bone My flesh on this earth is bound to live somewhere But where Everywhere I rest my head That fire ghost stands at the foot of the bed Money's the ember in my wood soul All his paper words have turned to stone Graves in the garden all burned to bone Sign your name and claim one of your own Graves in the garden all burned to bone