A Camp – Rock ‘N’ Roll Ghost

Well you know

And you go

When I’m alone

I have no cause

To think about the shit

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 your host

To a rock’n roll ghost

A rock’n roll ghost

Well you said

She’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

Or the rock’n roll ghost

To a rock’n roll ghost

We don’t know

Until we’re gone

There’s no one here

To raise a toast

I look into the mirror

And I see

The rock’n roll ghost

My rock’n roll ghost