[INTRO — degraded midnight radio transmission] [Radio static / distant dogs barking] [RADIO VOICE]: “Attention to all residents— livestock have been discovered drained of blood. Authorities advise you remain indoors after sundown.” [CLICK] [SECOND VOICE, whispering]: “Too late.” [Animal shriek → guitar feedback] ONE—TWO— ONE-TWO-THREE—GO! VERSE 1 Something scratching underneath the porch, Something breathing where there ain't no torch. Three little holes and a bloodless goat, Got the whole damn county by the throat. Red eyes burning through the sugarcane, Backbone rising like a sawblade chain. Sheriff says, “Coyotes.” Yeah, that's cute— Coyotes don't leave a body without the juice. [Metallic percussion] CLANG! CLANG! Tracks in the mud— Blood on the gate— Something ugly's been eating late. PRE-CHORUS Lock your doors! Kill the lights! There's a hungry little bastard running loose tonight! HEY! CHORUS CHUPA! CHUPA! CHUPACABRA! BITE—SUCK—BLEED! Little midnight monster with a livestock need! CHUPA! CHUPA! CHUPACABRA! Hear that scratching at your door— SCRATCH! SCRATCH! SCRATCH! You ain't laughing anymore! BLOODSUCKER! [Gang vocals] BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOODSUCKER! CHU-PA-CA-BRA! VERSE 2 Old man García got a twelve-gauge stare, Rocking on the porch in his underwear. Coffee in one hand, flashlight in the other— “COME ON OUT, YOU UGLY MOTHER—” [Gunshot / creature screech] Missed. Now it's underneath his Chevrolet, Chewing on the bumper like a dinner buffet. Neighbor's filming everything vertically— “Holy shit, it's looking right at me!” [Camera glitch] RUN! PRE-CHORUS Fence went down! Dogs went wild! Something in the darkness got a razorblade smile! HEY! CHORUS CHUPA! CHUPA! CHUPACABRA! BITE—SUCK—BLEED! Little midnight monster with a livestock need! CHUPA! CHUPA! CHUPACABRA! Spines standing tall— CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! Hear the bastard crawl! BLOODSUCKER! [Gang vocals] BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOODSUCKER! CHU-PA-CA-BRA! BREAKDOWN — HALF-TIME [Machinery grinding / chain dragged across concrete] [Male whisper]: No fur. No mercy. No veterinarian can explain this shit. [Bass drop] GOAT KILLER! NIGHT CRAWLER! BLOOD DRAINER! BACKYARD STALKER! [Guitar scrape] TEETH! CLAWS! SPIKES! JAAAAAWS! CHU—PA—CA—BRA! [Massive breakdown riff] CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! BRIDGE — SPOKEN HORROR GROOVE [Old documentary sample] [VOICE]: “Witnesses describe a creature approximately four feet tall... possessing unusual dorsal spines... and exhibiting absolutely no fear of humans.” [Pause] [REPORTER]: “And what did you do when you saw it?” [OLD MAN]: “I got back in the fucking house.” [Feedback scream] GOOD ANSWER. VERSE 3 Now the moon hangs fat above the county line, Every chicken disappeared by nine. National Guard says everything's fine— Then something ate the tires off their Humvee overnight. Scientists came with a clipboard crew, Found some tracks and a pile of goo. Packed their bags before the morning dew— Guess higher education knows when it's screwed. FINAL CHORUS CHUPA! CHUPA! CHUPACABRA! BITE—SUCK—BLEED! Four-foot nightmare with a supernatural need! CHUPA! CHUPA! CHUPACABRA! From the desert to your yard— SCRATCH! SCRATCH! SCRATCH! Better pray that fence is hard! BLOODSUCKER! [Crowd] BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOODSUCKER! [Crowd] BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOODSUCKER! CHU! PA! CA! BRA! OUTRO [Riff gradually collapses into radio static] RADIO ANNOUNCER: “Authorities have determined the attacks were most likely caused by—” [violent static] [WHISPER]: “Me.” [Wet snarl nearby] [RADIO ANNOUNCER]: “...what the hell is that?” [THUD] [Silence] SCRATCH... SCRATCH... SCRATCH... [Creature shriek / amplifier feedback] CHUPACABRA!
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