I guess that he's leaving
Well that comes as no surprise
when I hear the casket creaking
the sun's now on the rise

nostradamus thing is new to me
in the dungeon, going home
he gets woken up at sunset
it leaves me feeling so alone

hey hey I guess he hasn't bit me yet
he once seen my neck,
and I smacked him in the head
my gold cross was held up to the street light
watching that bat fall
on this cold december night

I never thought it would happen
but somehow the fear is gone
I got sick of the vampires
and I got lost in a bong
hey hey I guess he hasn't bit me yet
he once seen my neck,
and I smacked him in the head
my gold cross was held up to the street light
watching that bat fall
on this cold december night



hey hey I guess he hasn't bit me yet
he once seen my neck,
and I smacked him in the head
my gold cross was held up to the street light
watching that bat fall
on this cold december night

And out in the middle of north Ontario
The daylight is calling
to that blood sucker falling
The great dark wonder
Into the grave, we must part
into the grave we must part
we must part