Well you know
And you go
When I'm alone I have no cause
To think about the sh** we used to know
Made of snow
Well you came
And you stayed
No one here to raise a toast
Be my guest and I will be a host
To a rock 'n' roll ghost
Well, you said,
"He's better off dead"
You think that I might have heard a word
But I was much too young
And much too cool for words
Look at me now
No one here to raise a toast
Take me by the hand, man, raise a toast
A rock 'n' roll ghost
To a rock 'n' roll ghost