A wang, dang, dang and a double fang, put you six feet underground. Flush all the fashion and your old school pa**ion, our world
lives underground. Living for the money, so dead f**in' funny, with your three piece suit and your wife that calls you honey.
You're raw meat, now ain't that sweet? Our world lives underground, SHUT THE fu*k UP, SPEAK WHEN YOU'RE SPOKEN TO! You're
my b**h, now do what you're told to do. SHUT THE fu*k UP, SPEAK WHEN YOU'RE SPOKEN TO! Get down on your knees and
thank me. Vampire folklore old stone age, hypodermic wet dream narcotic stage, an undead anthem to the blackest days, a tribute
to the original. SHUT THE fu*k UP, SPEAK WHEN YOU'RE SPOKEN TO! You're my b**h now do what you're told to do. SHUT THE
fu*k UP, SPEAK WHEN YOU'RE SPOKEN TO! Get down on your knees and thank me. SHUT THE fu*k UP, SPEAK WHEN YOU'RE
SPOKEN TO! You're my b**h, now do what you're told to do. SHUT THE fu*k UP, SPEAK WHEN YOU'RE SPOKEN TO! Get down, lick
my boot and thank me. I was taken on a Tuesday night, a summer's night, around midnight. Blood flows silently to candlelight, yet
I re-animate in shadows. Purveyor of the horror, tormentor in techicolor, governor to the terror but still I'm trapped in limbo.