Lyrics

Nightfall and his axe is gettin dull Wanna burn a candle wanna burn it in a scull Writin' letters to a friend Stains of make-up smeared out on the hand-made smokies end What a way to be a winner Hate thru the mail What a live-home little sinner Try him he'll fail Signin up for duty in black now Hatin it from PO Box 4 Hear it from the Lord of the Dusk he's a bore Screamin to an evil 4-track tape Plug in to his headphones for a so-called aural rape Demon posters at his wall Posin in the snow won't let you hear the demons call Workin on a date with the devil Stood up for the twentieth time Lord of the dusk fuck-up dressed like a mime No rush tonite Can't get it right No vampire bite Just a little fright