Ghost – Twenties

Lyrics Twenties – Ghost

Listen up, hatchet man
Set controls for the heart of the land
Tell ’em all it is time
You’re the next in the chain of command
Apparition.. apparition..
Direct the course for collision, grow
Suspicion.. suspicion
For the Reich to come to fruition

In the Twenties
We’ll be singing in a reign of pennies
In the Twenties
We’ll be soaring in disguise of Bevies
In the Twenties
We’ll be smooching at the feet of Da Rulah
In the Twenties
We’ll be grinding in a pile of moolah

Listen up, you motherf**kers
Those Ivy League dopes, they wanna mock us
Tell ’em all this is war
And not fighting a war is for suckers, kiss my

Assassinate.. assassinate
Gather the tools to disintegrate, feed
Hate.. hate
Reaping the seeds as a reprobate
I’m number one, you’re number two
You’ve got a lot of God’s work to do

In the Twenties
We’ll be singing in a reign of pennies
In the Twenties
We’ll be soaring in disguise of Bevies
In the Twenties
We’ll be taking no s**t from no chulas
We’ll be grabbing ’em all by the hoo-has

In the Twenties
We’ll be dancing in the fields of freedom
In the Twenties
We’ll be crushing them laws ’cause we don’t need ’em
In the Twenties
In the Twenties
All the way to the thirties

In the Twenties
We’ll be singing in a reign of pennies
In the Twenties
We’ll be soaring in disguise of Bevies
We’ll be smooching at the feet of Da Rulah
In the Twenties
We’ll be grinding in a pile of moolah…

Written by Vincent Pontare, Salem Al Fakir & Tobias Forge
Album: Impera
Ghost | 2022

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