I see ghosts gather for the feast look

I see my great great granddad he's a priest

Jamaica sugarcane blackening his teeth

He is nodding at my great granddad who's a thief

And I'm sat here in between

look - with my granny in her fancy jewels

Who's saying

\"Don't forget you're grammar schooled

Don't forget your dad was to the manor born\"

And she's on a croquet lawn very manicured

I turn, and see my great gramps' feet are manacled

And my nana from my mother's side is ducking cannonballs

Ducking in to shattered doors

And coming back with corpses

Twisted and staggering and ashen forms

That she's nursing in a front garden

With her hands bloody

Cursing at the bombardment

And her knees muddy

Cursing at the bombs popping

And the jagged beams

And there is Uncle John

Cursing at the Japanese

Babbling in Ancient Greek in a cold bath

With his dogs and his pipe and his old scars

What's the matter with him?

It's all the noise and the clamour

Boys running out the jungle and he has to kill em

And every day he wakes aching from the shrapnel in him

Till he is an asteroid in blackness that

Can't forgive him

All my ancestors broken up and strange

Some are loving, some are woven up in hate

Some are blood and liquor soaked and some are saints

Some made their money off of slaves

Some are noble as a spade

Some are dirt-rich

Look among em there are foremen there are servants

There are there are

Poor Pawn brokers here there are merchants

Look, there are sheep farmers there are nurses

and all of them are in me

All are in me as a bone

So never think you know me cos you don't

Said all of them are in me

All are in me as a bone

So never think you know me cos you don't

I see ghosts