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