Well the moon was full and the color of blood,
The night that the pirates came to the vampire club
The leader was tall and snyde and slim
He looked like a gay Captain Morgan
Well he recognized a vampire from his school
Then he did something that was most uncool
He said, "Hey everybody see the fool in the cape?"
"His name is Bernie Weinstein and he's in the 8th grade"
Fangs were flyin'
Capes were torn
Hell hath no fury like a vampire scorned
Number one rule in this game
Never call him by his real name
Wigs were pulled
Top hats were crushed
By pointy boots in a rush
And Borris at the bar orders a Bud
And says "It's just another night at the vampire club."
Missi lost a fang in the ladies room
And we all laughed and called her 'Snaggletoot!"
And Dee was made cause he broke his cane
And he flushed his contacts down the drain
There was so much angst after the fight
Vlad and Akasha broke up that night
While some rivet-heads danced in a puddle of goo
That used to be "Father" you-know-who!
Fangs were flyin'
Capes were torn
Hell hath no fury like a vampire scorned
Number one rule in this game
Never call him by his real name
Wigs were pulled
Top hats were crushed
By pointy boots in a rush
And Borris at the bar orders a Bud
And says "It's just another night at the vampire club."
Well, its hard to believe but we're still around
And when we hang out it's upside down
Dressed in black from toe to head singing,
"Bela Lugosi's still undead!"
A gaggle of goths is a peaceful sight
We'd do anything to avoid a fight
But if you really want to see some gore and blood
Wait 'til the Ravers come to the Vampire Club
The Vampire Club, by Voltaire
Boo Hoo
This is a great song that shows off Voltaire's musical and lyrical style. Cacophonous violin and cello interplay mingles with a catchy Country beat that could easily be line-danced to, and yet is still very, very Goth (the lyrics are testament enough to this).