People here are just like smoke
Shadows on the wall
They look at you with bloodshot eyes
That don't see nothin' at all
And the whiskey smells like deisel fumes
And the drummer's got no soul
So I shared my final cigarettes with the ghosts of rock and roll

Through darkened doorways filled with sweat
The cat's on top of the beat
But the ancient bars are empty
They're all dancin' in the streets
Round a fire burnin'
In a place where love was bold
I shared my final cigarettes with the ghosts of rock and roll

And when the music's over
It just gets passed along
Shows up a week from Tuesday
In someone elses song
And the thread goes on forever
Through stories seldom told
So I shared my final cigarettes with the ghosts of rock and roll