Skeeter Davis - At the End of the World

>be me, bonky
>i’m hanging out with my friend pickle homer
>we’re going to circumcise each other’s souls
>we go to our japanese friend Yuichi Yokoyama
>he says “ghost blade”
>we look at each other
>our mouths are hanging open
>we say waaaw
>his eastern knowledge knows no boundaries
>so we set about getting a ghost blade
>we need a spiritual medium
>we go to our friend bwiz
>he says “you’re not going to believe this
>but there’s a guy
>he’s been hanging out with the dead
>he’s been in sacramento historic city cemetery
>he’s been doing spiritual stuff
>you’re not going to believe this
>this one time
>we lean in closer
>he saw a ghost, bwiz whispers
>is that it? we ask
>well, i didn’t know i was talking to experts, bwiz says
>in my book, he says, it’s a pretty rare thing
>we tell him that people see ghosts all the time
>there are catalogues and catalogues of ghost sightings and encounters
>there’s really nothing special about it
>bwiz jumps into the hedge and disappears
>wizards can do that
>they disappear in amazing ways
>we’re going to get a ghost blade
>we go to the sacramento cemeterium
>there's a guy in the cemeterium
>he’s wearing a ghost mask
>pickle homer says “hey
>you’re a ghost, right?
>the guy says "yeah, i'm a ghost"
>pickle homer says “you’re a ghost,
>can you tell me what happened
>to you?
>the guy says "i died in a fire"
>pickle homer says "that's so cool"
>pickle homer says "you're a ghost
>and you're dead"
>the guy says “it’s not cool. I died.”
>pickle homer doesn’t get it
>pickle homer keeps saying how cool it is
>the guy said “no, i died. It’s like the worst thing that happens to you in your life.”
>pickle homer just keeps talking about how cool it is he died of fire.
>i say "hey, can you help us get a ghost blade"
>the guy says "yeah, sure"
>he says in order to get a ghost blade we got to first get a ghost mask
>the guy says "i got a ghost mask"
>pickle homer says "cool"
>pickle homer just keeps saying how cool it is.
>i turn around and walk away
>the guy catches up with me
>i just keep walking
>i look over my shoulder
>the guy says "i know what you want
>let me give you a little clue.
>when you’re wearing the mask you have to go to the haunted lighthouse."
>i say ok sure guy
>we all three go to the ghost mask store
>where the guy bought the ghost mask
>they have all cool ghost masks
>pickle homer is kind of afraid
>he’s holding his ghost mask
>i’m kind of afraid too
>we take our ghost masks to the register
>we put our masks up on the counter
>the cashier is wearing a ghost mask
>the cashier sees our friend in his ghost mask
>the cashier says to him
>“hey, buddy, you look like a ghost
>you’re a little ghosty
>you’re a little ghost
>you’re a little ghosty”
>i put my mask on
>pickle homer puts his mask on
>pickle homer looks at me
>he says “bonky, you’re a little ghost
>you’re a little ghosty
>you’re a little ghost.”
>we all say how we’re little ghosts
>we’re little ghosties
>we drive to the coast
>the cashier too
>we’re little ghosts
>we're gonna be the first ghost-people to see the ocean
>i’m driving
>we’re listening to the radio
>i’m checkin my phone
>lookin at the moon
>rumblin on the rumble strips
>i’m driving like the wind
>i have no cares left in the world
>i’m a little ghostie
>we’re on a great ghost tour
>pickle homer is in the passenger seat
>the cashier and the guy we met in the graveyard are in the back
>we stop to buy some grain alcohol
>spirits
>we’re back on the road
>a cop pulls us over
>we say hey officer want to ride in our ghost car
>i’m crankin my ghost tape
>of ghost music
>the officer says hold on
>he says let me get my ghost mask
>now he’s sitting in the middle seat of the car
>a truck driver starts riding our ass
>smoke is billowing out of his trailer
>let it go, they tell me, let it go
>he’s right on my ass
>i’m kind of freaking out
>i’m going like 125 miles an hour
>and he’s right on my ass
>you’re gonna crash pickle homer says
>you’re goin too fast
>he’s right on my ass
>i gotta pee
>i veer off the road
>i’m going too fast
>i roll up a hill
>the cars rattling left and right
>i have no traction
>the earth drops away from under us
>we’re driving on a cloud
>we’re little ghosties!
>i realize i don’t have my seatbelt on
>we’re landing!
>it’s just a little crash
>we’re ghosties so we’re going through the road
>we go through the road
>now we’re up in the air
>now we're going through trees
>the moonlight fixes everything
>we’re flying to the lighthouse
>it’s blanketed in fog
>we fly through the bright beams of the lighthouse
>we get into the lighthouse
>we see ghosts
>we keep making ghost friends
>we ask the ghosts if they’ll give us a ghost blade
>the ghosts bring out a ghost blade and hand it to pickle homer
>pickle homer cuts off the ghost’s hand
>the ghosts say “ok actually can we get that back”
>pickle cuts off the ghosts head
>we're all laughing and cheering
>pickle homer is really excited
>pickle homer says “i’m going to circumcise your soul!”
>pickle homer brings the ghost blade down on me
>i feel it cut something cleanly away
>i lol
>he asks me how i feel
>i say i dunno
>he asks me if my soul feels any different
>i ask him how i would know
>he says here, let’s check your posting habits
>i take out my phone
>i go on twitter
>i start posting
>i’m posting really clean, family content
>it gets picked up by a lot of normies
>i say i think you just made me a normie
>here, i say
>i take the ghost blade
>i circumsize pickle homer’s soul
>i tell him to go on twitter
>he goes on twitter
>he starts tweeting
>he’s a normie
>we take off our ghost masks
>we drive back to the valley
>i say see you later, ben
>ben says see you later, wayne
>we go out and get girlfriends
>we become bus drivers
>we get married
>we have kids
>we go to church every Sunday
>we deepen our ties to the community
>we get a pretty vast and diverse network of friends
>we still talk sometimes on facebook
>we share pictures together
>every year i send him and his wife a christmas card and an easter card
>one day he sends me a picture of the doorstopper books
>i say ha ha that old lark
>we were so young
>we had such a good time
>such memories
>i have to go now, ben
>the misses and i are going out for a spaghetti dinner
>at the spaghetti factory
>it’s a chain restaurant, but the building is an old converted railway station
>so it’s kind of special
>ha ha
>talk to you later, bud
>in a while crocodile
>such memories