Double Fang

A wang, dang, dang and a double fang, put you six feet underground. Flush all the fashion and your old school pa*sion, our world lives underground. Living for the money, so dead f**kin' funny, with your three piece suit and your wife that calls you honey. You're raw meat, now ain't that sweet? Our world lives underground, SHUT THE f**k UP, SPEAK WHEN YOU'RE SPOKEN TO! You're my bitch, now do what you're told to do. SHUT THE f**k UP, SPEAK WHEN YOU'RE SPOKEN TO! Get down on your knees and thank me. Vampire folklore old stone age, hypodermic wet dream narcotic stage, an undead anthem to the blackest days, a tribute to the original. SHUT THE f**k UP, SPEAK WHEN YOU'RE SPOKEN TO! You're my bitch now do what you're told to do. SHUT THE f**k UP, SPEAK WHEN YOU'RE SPOKEN TO! Get down on your knees and thank me. SHUT THE f**k UP, SPEAK WHEN YOU'RE SPOKEN TO! You're my bitch, now do what you're told to do. SHUT THE f**k UP, SPEAK WHEN YOU'RE SPOKEN TO! Get down, lick my boot and thank me. I was taken on a Tuesday night, a summer's night, around midnight. Blood flows silently to candlelight, yet I re-animate in shadows. Purveyor of the horror, tormentor in techicolor, governor to the terror but still I'm trapped in limbo.