Ghosts lyrics

At night there's ghosts that slip round the screen, they're much too smart to think of the times when we swung from the trees - you, me and my friends, the road so far belowDon't you feel this sometimes?If God turned up today could anybody think of anything clever to say?I taught 'em but they're in theirown idea of hellSo come on everybody gotta help me unwindGet rid of those ghosts in my mind, in my mindNewton, slipping something slyly into the drink says, "Satan my boy, I'm starting to think that there's better ways of making a mint coz my blood turns blue and my head is shrinking"Einstein howling senseless trapped down in the holeHe' all jumped up, turned to dust coz he got nailed down some time agonow his thoughts are for nothing and itsstarting to show nowDon't you feel this sometimes?If God turned up today could anybody think of anything clever to say?I taught 'em but they're in theirown idea of hellSo come on everybody gotta help me unwindGet rid of those ghosts i
n my mind, in my mindCoz my memoryYeah it tells meThat I am not what I used to be(Thanks to Jilly for these lyrics)