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The ghost of christmas future,
He is walking down the street.
Handing out free warnings,
To everyone he meets.
He says take care,
Watch who you cross.
They come back to get you,
And it'd be your loss.

And old father time,
He has lost his watch.
The seconds keep ticking,
Precious hours are lost.
He says make the most of it,
While it's still there.
Because when it's gone,
You wont be sayin you dont care.

And the sandman, he can't sleep,
He is sitting in the dark.
Listening to the clock tick,
In rythm with his heart.
He says that life's a spark,
Exciting and quick.
Enjoy it while you can,
Whilst the clock still ticks.

Judas Iscariat, he'll sell you,
Name your price, he's gone.
He says, you can't trust no-one,
Should have known that all along.
Yes he will spew out the lot,
Every last detail.
And he wont blink twice,
Whilst you're left in turmoil.

And the good samaritan he ignores you,
Even for him, you're too low.
And as to when things changed,
We will never know.
He kicks you when you're down,
You sink further to the floor.
He warns you to be gone,
You're not wanted here no more.

And the president, he is laughing,
At his latest cunning plan.
He shakes and quivers with mirth,
As he pushes the red button.
He has no concern,
For those who he disrupts,
Spares no though for the innocent,
Has time only for the corrupt.

The grim reeper, he wanders,
Alone forever more.
Feared by the whole world,
He is the lonliest of all.
Everything he touches,
It all turns to dust.
Doomed to a solitary eternity,
Even his tears turn to rust.