When I say "bite me!", I didn't mean like that, Back off fang-boy, Before I stake you in the heart, There's a bat-a-palooza, A gathering of gothic pale folk, Gathering in the dark. You can hear the screaming, In the night over the District Eight Park. So now I gotta' fight, and run, and duck, Hathian has problems, But the biggest problem of all, Is that Vampires suck! To first make a Vampire, You gotta' drink one's blood, Soon you've got a another, And another, And his mother, A whole bloodthirsty brood, But you cannot make a Vampire, Without it being a bloody mess, Cause they gotta' suck on each other, On the veins and from the neck, A whole sucky frickin' thing, A total sucking, suck fest. So now I gotta' fight, and run, and duck, Hathian has problems, But the biggest problem of all, Is that Vampires suck! They say they aren't real, But there's monsters in this town, Shambling brain dead hobos, Gang members who'll eat you whole, And the sucky, suckling, bloodthirsty fiends, Who'll drink your blood until you've got no soul. So now I gotta' fight, and run, and duck, Hathian has problems, But the biggest problem of all, Is that Vampires suck!
