An epidemic touch did you feel that 
A walk without a crutch, can I have it back 
The ghost came out of the closet 
Compared it's ectoplasm with daily life 

And it smelled of cynicism 
Reckoned it was still alive 

Now every night I must try to match it's stride 
Walk on by with blood red eyes 
Where we stood in line 
Where we stood in line 
Where we stood in line 
Where we stood in line 
Where we stood in line 

Not captured just surrounded 
By the laser-guided 
Getting their money's worth 
Regressing to their time of birth 

Takes up lying again 
Makes a ghost of bottled spirits 

Now every night I must resist 
Drinking and what goes with it 
Walk on by with blood red eyes 
Where we stood in line 
Where we stood in line 
Where we stood in line 
Where we stood in line 
Where we stood in line