Ta-ta-ta-da-da, ta-ta-ta, ta-da-da
Ta-ta-ta-da-da, ta-ta-ta, ta-da-da

Fuck your teacher what he taught ya
I'm your knight in shining armor
Taste of metal makes you stronger
Oh, oh, oh
Prom dress on the preacher's daughter
Everybody wants to want her
Hold you close and once I've got ya
Oh, oh, oh

Go where you want
Only to find them there, waiting for you
Alone in the world
Whatever you thought you were is not enough

I'm the lonely ghost
I'm buried at the coast

Ta-ta-ta-da-da, ta-ta-ta, ta-da-da
Ta-ta-ta-da-da, ta-ta-ta, ta-da-da
Ta-ta-ta-da-da, ta-ta-ta, ta-da-da
Ta-ta-ta-da-da, ta-ta-ta, ta-da-da

Filled your lungs and jumped in the deep end
No one knows exactly where she went
Sheriff swore that he searched all weekend
Oh, oh, oh

Go where you want
Only to find them there, waiting for you
Alone in the world
Whatever you thought you were is not enough

I'm the lonely ghost
I'm buried at the coast

Ta-ta-ta-da-da, ta-ta-ta, ta-da-da
Ta-ta-ta-da-da, ta-ta-ta, ta-da-da
Ta-ta-ta-da-da, ta-ta-ta, ta-da-da
Ta-ta-ta-da-da, ta-ta-ta, ta-da-da

(I'm)
(I'm)

Ta-ta-ta-da-da, ta-ta-ta, ta-da-da
Ta-ta-ta-da-da, ta-ta-ta, ta-da-da
Ta-ta-ta-da-da, ta-ta-ta, ta-da-da
Ta-ta-ta-da-da, ta-ta-ta, ta-da-da