...Meanwhile, at the Altar:

Come on, let's celebrate tomorrow After all, it's only 3 AM We're caffeinated so we're born to run Kellie says, "Baby, I must be lonely" Now she's on with a song, and now my phone's going crazy On the horn and the ambulance takes her away And it's some kind of schadenfreude Since I'm pointing and laughing Well come on now If you're bleeding Then you can't forget this feeling She's a saint but she's swinging away At the altar where she's kneeling Well come on now If you're breathing Then you can't forget this feeling Two hours later in a sterile room Now I'm pacing to the pace of her gloom Kellie's sedated, now I'm aggravated "Can you tell me, was it benzedrine?" Now he's wrong and he's thrown by the contusions on her backside I'm alone as Jenny leaves to flush out the stash And she looks like a debutante Judging by the scratches on her neck Well come on now If you're bleeding Then you can't forget this feeling She's a saint but she's swinging away At the altar where she's kneeling Well come on now If you're breathing Then you can't forget this feeling I need to drown out the hospital woes So it's "So Down On" on the stereo Kellie said she wanna get upstate But she got to New Haven a bit too late Now she's alone with a moan and takes a moment to collect herself "Am I alive or am I Memorex?" And she burns like a cigarette Judging by the ashes on my lips Well come on now If you're bleeding Then you can't forget this feeling She's a saint but she's swinging away At the altar where she's kneeling Well come on now If you're breathing Then you can't forget this feeling