So no bedtime stories for me
I’d rather believe
In monsters hiding in my closet

And on every Halloween we’d hold a killing spree
And masquerade as corporate lawyers

Everyone who could be forgiven
has been so pack your bags now
We’re going on a carpet bag crusade

If we burn in hell it’s just as well
That maybe the cemeteries lock their gates at night
We burn in hell but who’s to tell
When we stole the crosses from the corpses.

Bones swiped for avarice
Dance like roulette dice
Oh voodoo baby what you got for me

Scars like licorice
Smeared across our lives
Oh paradise lies in these hearts tonight.

Everyone you held the knife to
Held their breath until we came to
Like alcohol and witches so
Can we too rise

Like zombies we keep coming
And no dawn can quench our thirst for blood