When the Night Comes

I fell in love with a girl I made
From different pieces I dug up from graves
Thirteen fingers and some crooked fangs
Marilyn's figure, Bettie Page's bangs
Creep in the shadows hiding from the sun
After midnight's when she has her fun
She gets ready stitching up her seams
Reading heavy metal horror magazines

When the night comes

Slip on a leather glove with rusty blades
A hockey mask or one with Shatner's face
Put on some makeup, don't forget your knife
The after-party is the afterlife

When the night comes

Her eyes are haunted like she has a curse
Sleeps in a casket and she drives a hearse
Like a monster when she misbehaves
So much blood that you can surf the waves

Come and party with the living dead
Decapitation is how we give head
Popping growlers of a witch's brew
So bring your victims and a corpse or two
Slashers, killers, and a zombie goon
Cemetery, howling at the moon
Slowly emerging from the misty haze
Smoking and drinking, wearing cheap black shades

When the night comes



Credits
Writer(s): Adam Bailleaux
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