A wang, dang, dang and a double fang, put you six feet underground.
Flush all the fashion and your old school passion, our world lives underground.
Living for the money, so dead f*ckin' funny,
with your three piece suit and your wife that calls you honey.
You're raw meat, now ain't that sweet?
Our world lives underground, SHUT THE f*ck UP, SPEAK WHEN YOU'RE SPOKEN TO!
You're my bitch, now do what you're told to do.
SHUT THE f*ck UP, SPEAK WHEN YOU'RE SPOKEN TO!
Get down on your knees and thank me.
Vampire folklore old stone age, hypodermic wet dream narcotic stage,
an undead anthem to the blackest days, a tribute to the original.
SHUT THE f*ck UP, SPEAK WHEN YOU'RE SPOKEN TO!
You're my bitch now do what you're told to do.
SHUT THE f*ck UP, SPEAK WHEN YOU'RE SPOKEN TO!
Get down on your knees and thank me.
SHUT THE f*ck UP, SPEAK WHEN YOU'RE SPOKEN TO!
You're my bitch, now do what you're told to do.
SHUT THE f*ck UP, SPEAK WHEN YOU'RE SPOKEN TO!
Get down, lick my boot and thank me.
I was taken on a Tuesday night, a summer's night, around midnight.
Blood flows silently to candlelight, yet I re-animate in shadows.
Purveyor of the horror, tormentor in techicolor,
governor to the terror but still I'm trapped in limbo.