It's only hocus-pocus, a little sleight of handAll the props apply well, the laughter is kindIt's really rather foolish, yeah, I know it's a clichéBut this isn't a novel, I'm not writing a screenplay, writing a screenplayEvery time you leave me, my heart tightens like a fistWe didn't go to the gig, but we were on the ghost listIt's really rather foolish, yeah, I know it's a clichéBut this isn't a novel, I'm not writing a screenplayBut if I did, the poster would have your name on itCos you've got what it takes, you'd be wearing a bonnetBy the brand of the Missouri BrakesThe Missouri BrakesIt's only hocus-pocus, a little sleight of handAll the props apply well, the laughter is kindI saw the dawn light turn you a kind of deathly whiteIt pried me open like a door, I walked into the nightI saw the dawn light turn you a kind of ghostly whiteIt pried me open like a door, you look just like you used to look before