Guyute Lyrics - The Story Of The Ghost - Phish

Guyute was the ugly pig 

Who walked on me and danced a jig 

That he had learned when he was six 

Then stopped and did some other tricks 

Like pulling weapons from his coat 

And holding them against my throat 

He lectured me in a language strange 

And scampered quickly out of range 

I'm bouncing like a newborn elf 

I can't remain inside myself 

Guyute glances in my eyes 

And manages to hypnotize 

Me as I sleep the sleep of death 

He suck from me my only breath 

That I had breathed since I was ten 

I hope this happens once again