You turn your friends
Into your clientele
Like a vampire newly-wed
Now you're needing
Some fresh little hell
Because you're all nearly dead
Knock, knock on my front door
You need my money
And you want me to score
Knock, knock on my front door
Give me more and more and more
And more and more
All your boys
Are only sixteen years old
You buy them all a car
They deliver and collect
All the gold
They are your rising young stars
Knock, knock on my front door
You need my money
And you want me to score
Knock, knock on my front door
Give me more and more and more
And more and more
My city has gone
Look in my eyes
It's a bloodless coup
An Easy-bake take-over
Eastern flower power
Penthouse apartment
For the money to fill
You know you love the smell
Now there is just one
More or less
Story to tell
And that is how you fell
Knock, knock on my front door
You need my money
And you want me to score
Knock, knock on my front door
Give me more and more and more
And more and more
Like a vampire newly-wed
All your brides are nearly dead
Your friends
Hell, yes, your clientele
You take their money
Because you love the smell
Now you're needing
Some fresh little hell
One more down
One less story to tell
One more down
One less story to tell