Shut the door policeman smiles, safe secure for miles. Head hits pillow, safe and warm. Who’s picking up the pieces, broken homes? You’re busy making ghosts not change, no change. A page in history, a smiling face. Name bold, underlined. Sat up there with the greats and the infamous. Who’s picking up the pieces, broken bones? You’re busy making ghosts, not change. No change. Who’s piecing back the pieces, broken homes. You’re busy making ghosts, not change. Well yeah, you’re saving face again. Well tell me when’s this going to end? And human error takes the blame. Not the inventors of the game, We all have to play, no choice. You’re busy making ghosts not change No change