"Boy, you've been staring some Consumed up in the science of the dark" I was following the light From the crimson ghost on your arm She said, "there must be someone sitting at home Waiting for you miserably Well, there's not, but there was She was always down on me I used to think it was gravity Now I'm pretty sure it's self esteem It still doesn't bother me Entirely in the silence of the dar She said, "I don't even think that Danzig is that cool anymore" There she stood, half naked But not that the half that gets men dreaming And she talked about love And the current state of the scene "I heard it's not as good as it used to be But we can always smoke out the room and see How many shapes we can twist in the fog And stay up late talking about God And those we've loved before Until we pass out and dream about war" Pass out and dream about war Until we pass out and dream about war