I got your bible and your gun/And you love to party and have fun/And I love your women and all of your heroin/And I’m so happy now that you’re gone
A ghost roaming the halls of paradise lost, condemned to its own earthly indulgences for – by the sounds of it – eternity. The acoustic plucks resonate like they were born in a cathedral adding just the right amount of metaphysical crazy to help soundtrack a conversation between this world and theĀ next.