well I don't know just what to do
it seems every night that I dream of you
I long to feel your cold embrace
and snuggle up to that undead face
to see my blood upon your fangs
would be my favorite thing
and I know I can make you see
you're the perfect guy for me
you were born in ancient transylvania
traveled far to kentuckiana
to raise a castle high
silhouetted against the night sky
I was raised on a farm
you want to do me bodily harm
and I know I can make you see
you're the perfect undead for me
I hear you calling through the mist
I just wanna feel your fist
share your coffin every night
we'll rise together in the moonlight
since we met this is how I've felt
I'll be a better servant than Renfield
and when you turn into a bat
well that causes me a heart attack
I know you're the one for me
I even wrote about you in my diary
The Chicago punks seem intent on defying any hardcore conventions, focusing instead on communicating pure disgust for the rotting world around them. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jul 1, 2022