Old ghostrider, old ghostrider
Even people in love get hit by bullets, old ghostrider
(don't shoot)
Footsteps/on a spiral stairwell
When I'm trying to say, 'Some other time Jack, I just
don't feel well'

The air is so thick you could cut and fry it
The noose is so tight you can't untie it/Here he comes
(From: http://www.elyrics.net)
now
Old ghostrider, etc
This is the hole/he crawled to die
This is the bar/he lost his eyes
Over the sleepy roofs he rides/over the stinking bodies
he slides
Here he comes now, Junior .. Old ghostrider, etc