Who Wants to Be a Vampire? (Nobody)

Don't you tell me about the sunlight
'Cause everybody knows
That vampires grow sick of the sight of it
And could you
Wake me up at 5
'Cause you know that I can't hear you
You know that I'm not right

The nighttime
Makes you pay a heavy price
For your residence
You don't live here
Without losing it
From garlic to those crosses
From open fields to fences
From bedrooms to basements

Hallelujah
Baby I see right through you
You're an ocean on a postcard
And I'm a Nashville skyline
And it's midnight
The babies are asleep
I'm jotting all these thoughts down
You're lying in bed awake

You wished I'd turn it down
But you ask me to check the heat
I say yeah baby that's no problem
Glory, glory what a coffin

But when you eat your lunch at 1 a.m
You don't worry 'bout your reflection
By the time that these mirrors
Catch up with my mind
Take the bags under my eyes
Take the age upon my skin
I'll be over an out baby
Ask me what it's about
Ask me what it's about baby
And ask me where I've been

So don't you tell me 'bout the sunlight
'Cause everybody knows
That vampires grow sick of the sound of it
Could you
Wake me up at 5
'Cause you know that I can't hear you
You know that I'm not right