Bad Mood, Worse Decisions

[Verse 1] Two in the morning, boots on the street Black leather jacket, nothing to eat Full moon shining, headache getting worse Something in the alley just started to curse Hairy bastard came out of the night Six feet of stupid looking for a fight Hit her like a truck, knocked her on her ass She got back up screaming— “YOU WANNA TRY THAT AGAIN, JACKASS?!” [Chorus — Gang Vocals] BAD MOOD! WORSE DECISIONS! FANGS OUT! NO PERMISSION! BAD MOOD! WORSE DECISIONS! BITE ME ONCE— GET FUCKED TWICE! [Verse 2] Next damn morning, something ain’t right Couldn’t remember half of last night Hair on her arms, teeth getting long Suddenly raw meat doesn’t seem so wrong Mariana says, “You look like absolute shit.” Greta says, “Wait—I think she’s been bit!” Reina says, “Maybe we should run?” Too fucking late— THE TRANSFORMATION’S BEGUN! [Chorus] BAD MOOD! WORSE DECISIONS! FANGS OUT! NO PERMISSION! FULL MOON! POOR CONDITION! BITE ME ONCE— GET FUCKED TWICE! [Breakdown — Bass & Drums] Lock the windows! Hide the booze! Someone’s chewing on my fucking shoes! Silver bullets? Not a chance! JUST HIT THE BASTARD WITH A BASS! [Verse 3 — Faster] Now she’s running through the neighborhood Doing all the things a werewolf shouldn’t Garbage cans flying, neighbors awake Some poor bastard lost his garden rake Then the original wolf came back for more Big mistake walking through that door One black boot straight between the eyes— WELCOME TO PUNK ROCK, MOTHERFUCKER— SURPRISE! [Final Chorus — Double Time] BAD MOOD! WORSE DECISIONS! NO GODS! NO PERMISSION! BAD MOOD! WORSE DECISIONS! FULL MOON! FUCK TRADITION! [Outro — Entire Band] BAD MOOD! WORSE DECISIONS! BAD MOOD! WORSE DECISIONS! AWOOOOOO! “Right… whose fucking dog is this?”