Word on the street, we be sporting some pretty sweet teeth
Check my grill, it does the job, just slightly messily


Unlike that Twilight pansy, no we aint sparkly
The real thing, look at me, a V A M P I R E


The cost of blood's up from inflation
Times are tough we all need to drink
We have to fight to feed

No time for diaries

Are you brave enough to come and ditch the garlic?

What's your blood type, it smells yummy I just caught a whiff
I'm Dracula's wife but his fangs are just so teeny
Oh my goodness Count von Count from, Sesame Street, is so dreamy


Are you brave enough to come and ditch the garlic?
I see you hiding something, you think that you're so slick.

Is that a wooden stake or you're happy to see me?
Come on baby, Did I mention in a second you'll be bleeding?