Standard (EADGBE)
All of the drunks
Dressed up like Santa Claus
Ring Salvation Army bells
But the town square is quiet
The juke joints are empty
Everyones buying
What no one can sell
And the girl I loved once
Came to me last night
In a dream with a secret to tell
She whispered close
Cant you hear the ocean?
As she leaned her ear
Against a shotgun shell
Chorus
Dark was the night
Cold was the ground
I could barely make out the song
Of the Ghost Repeaters
Singing Halle lujah
His truth is marching on
Willie Maes crying
At the toll booth to heaven
With a bottle of gin
And a gold-toothed smile
Where the dreams pile up
All washed out and broken
As thick as the stars
On the Miracle Mile
But the movie is over
The theater is empty
The credits are starting to roll
And the wages of sin
Don't ad just for in flation
Its a buyers market
When you sell your soul
Chorus
The plaza is dark
The picadors are dreaming
Of blood in the alleys
And rust on the vines
They sandbag the bulls
And prop up the matadors
Its a sweetheart contract
Theyre taking their time
And all the ghost prisoners
Who aren't in the ghost prisons
Dont weep at the sound
Of your name
They just stare at the clouds
Of passenger pigeons
Winging back home
To the cities of the plain
Chorus
The star up above
The 5th Avenue Christmas tree
Is shining tonight
Through the cold and the rain
To light all the faces
In the live na tivity
Down on the floor
Of the stock ex change
Dark is the night
Cold is the ground
The armies march out to de fend
And the Ghost Repeaters
Of the reve lators
Are singing "Peace on Earth
And Good Will to all Men"