[Verse 1: Irish rap male MC, heavy dusty drums, low bass guitar, thick Irish rap flow] Sprayed it white behind the flats, three coats on the frame Every spoke and every pedal, white as Sunday, white as rain Walked it down along the quays to where the lorry took the bend Chained it to the railin' where the lads last saw my friend Ciaran rode to work at six with his hood up in the wet Never ran a light in his life, never left a single debt And a driver on his phone took the corner way too wide Now there's flowers on the railin' and a white bike tied beside Three weeks later it was gone, just a chain cut clean in two Council crew came with a grinder, said it's clutter, said it's rules So I painted me another and I chained it twice as tight That was number two, lads, and I'm on number nine tonight [Hook: Irish rap male MC, full beat, chanted Irish rap hook] Ghost bike on the railin', paint it white again Cut it down a hundred times, I'll bring it back for him Ghost bike on the quays where the traffic never stops Every time you take it, another white one drops [Verse 2: Irish rap male MC, low bass guitar, mournful guitar figure, thick Irish rap flow] Number four got nicked by some eejit for the scrap Number five, the council took it, left a sticker on the strap Me ma says son, you're grievin', go and talk to someone, love I said I'm talkin' to him, Ma, every time I paint it up Somebody leaves a candle and somebody leaves a beer And for a minute on the quays it's like he's standin' here [Bridge: Irish rap male MC, freewheel tick, the beat pulls back to the ticking of a freewheeling bike wheel under his voice] Tick, tick, tick, like his back wheel spinnin' on the stand Like the night he flipped it over, fixin' chains with greasy hands Tick, tick, tick, I can hear him laughin' in the yard Tellin' me to oil it, tellin' me it isn't hard [Hook: Irish rap male MC, full beat, chanted Irish rap hook] Ghost bike on the railin', paint it white again Cut it down a hundred times, I'll bring it back for him Ghost bike on the quays where the traffic never stops Every time you take it, another white one drops [Verse 3: Irish rap male MC, heavy dusty drums, thick Irish rap flow, rising] So Tuesday I got up at five and waited at the rail Council van pulls up and a fella climbs out with the saw I'm walkin' over, fists up, touch it, pal, and we'll see He puts the grinder down and says hang on, son, it isn't me Opens up the back doors and he pulls out somethin' white Another bike, fresh painted, and he chains it on the right Says my young lad, Darragh, by the canal, last May They sent me down to cut it, but I'm leavin' two today [Final Hook: Irish rap male MC, full beat, chanted Irish rap hook, both men on the last line] Ghost bike on the railin', paint it white again Cut it down a hundred times, I'll bring it back for him Ghost bike on the quays where the traffic never stops Every time you take it, another white one drops [End]
