Vampire Song (Live)
Its two o'clock in the morning
I'm standing at my post
Turnstile of a city subway train
Nothin much to boast
Stumbling out of the darkness is a ragged man
His tie and jacket are out of place
With a bite mark on his right hand
And I know it sounds crazy
I know it sounds nuts
But that thing on his hand was a hell of a cut
Is he a drifter or a vampire?
I can't tell
Is he high up
Or halfway down to hell?
He had pock marked skin whiter than his eyes
And a long black cloak
Is it a blanket or a disguise?
Has he had his share of cocktails?
Are his motor skills just rough?
Or has he come to the realization
A bloody Mary's not enough?
It's three o'clock in the morning
The platform's cold and bare
Echoes of the distant trains
Haunting through the air
He stumbles even closer
Eyes wild and glazed
Whispers something under breath
And he sounded mighty dazed
I know it sounds crazy
I might be a clown
But he fell asleep at the platform
And he did so upside-down
Is he a drifter or a vampire?
I can't tell
Is he high up
Or halfway down to hell?
The man had no reflection
On the windows of the booth
When it's this damn bright at the station, it's mighty hard to see the truth
He spoke rashly of virgins, was he a sailor who just got back?
Or was he out for a late night snack?
I'm standing at my post
Turnstile of a city subway train
Nothin much to boast
Stumbling out of the darkness is a ragged man
His tie and jacket are out of place
With a bite mark on his right hand
And I know it sounds crazy
I know it sounds nuts
But that thing on his hand was a hell of a cut
Is he a drifter or a vampire?
I can't tell
Is he high up
Or halfway down to hell?
He had pock marked skin whiter than his eyes
And a long black cloak
Is it a blanket or a disguise?
Has he had his share of cocktails?
Are his motor skills just rough?
Or has he come to the realization
A bloody Mary's not enough?
It's three o'clock in the morning
The platform's cold and bare
Echoes of the distant trains
Haunting through the air
He stumbles even closer
Eyes wild and glazed
Whispers something under breath
And he sounded mighty dazed
I know it sounds crazy
I might be a clown
But he fell asleep at the platform
And he did so upside-down
Is he a drifter or a vampire?
I can't tell
Is he high up
Or halfway down to hell?
The man had no reflection
On the windows of the booth
When it's this damn bright at the station, it's mighty hard to see the truth
He spoke rashly of virgins, was he a sailor who just got back?
Or was he out for a late night snack?
Credits
Writer(s): Jack Nicoletti
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