From the recording On The Bones
Lyrics
Decline, decline, carry me
Put your hand out, make 'em see
Egg wallpaper, broken spring
I don't need your anything
I am the phantom hound
I am the phantom hound
I am the phantom hound of the motorcade
Ghost note ring through endless night
Blind allegiance turns out the light
Don't accuse, I'm mostly innocent
Just a number with a pulse in a tent
I am the phantom hound
I am the phantom hound
I am the phantom hound of the motorcade
Where I'm going, where I've been
Sometimes stranger, sometimes friend
Have your tantrum, through your fit
That's the gentle art of not making it
I am the phantom hound
I am the phantom hound
I am the phantom hound of the motorcade