See their faces in magazines
Running down the highways of your dreams
Howling at the sickly silver moon
The plaques would bemoan your grave soon.
Always a face in the crowd
Gathers when the stars are out
Always in the audience
With their t-shirts of the innocent
Can you see them?
You could be them
Over there a jolly bunch
And they're coming after you
But if you give into them
You will become one of them
So much fun,
Can't we come to the vampire party with you?
Always by the side of the road
Rushing passing lanes at night
High above the glare of your flood light
Listen to their voices in the gloom
Whispering their words devoid of truth
See them sitting on a fence
Croaking like crooks in the wind
Can you see them
You could be them
Over there in that giant bush and there coming after you
But if you give into them
You will become one of them
So much fun,
Can't we come to the vampire party with you?