The Satanic Rites of Blacula

Okay, let's do it Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, hold it, hold it, hold it More like da, da, da-da-da, da, da, da-da-da A graveyard for lunatics They come a-running Leader of the young-bloods They are a-buzzing Absolute midnight They come a-crying I still remember Babylon All is forgiven And the rats come on home to pick your bones This ain't the same old monster Scream, Blacula, scream Blacula, scream, Blacula, scream Whoa Beast shouted love They come a-hunting Crawl out of the skull They come a-calling Dangerous and dirty They are a-wailing Goodbye, Picasso Go paint the women And the rats come on home to pick your bones This ain't the same old monster Scream, Blacula, scream Blacula, scream, Blacula, scream Whoa Well everybody's bleeding Let's turn it on Well everybody's bleeding Let's turn it on Spock is gonna die Call him Messiah The world is so hollow He is a liar Take me back to Vulcan And open fire Which way goes to Eden? A vampire And the rats come on home to pick your bones This ain't the same old monster Scream, Blacula, scream Blacula, scream, Blacula, scream Whoa --- The Satanic Rites of Blacula - Rob Zombie