So what? I died. There were many haunted houses, and we saw a fat horny ghost. All he had to do was get the spirit out of his invisible Mercedes-Benz and kick a bisexual Mortician so we could drink the geezer's flask of funky green embalming fluid. Then Casper could sneak out of the morgue before dawn and find a redneck to sacrifice.
Long as I remember The rain been coming down. Clouds of Mystery pouring Confusion on the ground. Good men through the ages, Trying to find the sun; And I wonder, Still I wonder, Who'll stop the rain.
