Vampires, you wake up in the dark
To all of you in love with Lars gold to have and all beyond the lock
And the smoke sway round the sun and through the ghosts
In front of stars with all their fame, there they stand a day from most [?]
We'll whine for whine again, again
With paint going down your hands, my hands
You could k** someone, I know you can, oh you can
And with paint going down your hands, my hands
Will build a home where you want just for you
Because we're tired of you screaming your pointless waste of time
You'll throw it on the ground, that's what you love, that's what you'll do
You want more, you want more, you want more, you need more
You want more, you want more, you want more, you need more You want more, you want more, you want more, you need more You want more
And we'll whine for whine again, again
With paint going down your hands, my hands
You could k** someone, I know you can, know you can
With paint going down your hands, my hands