Sign here… and here... Cash or blood? Heh... Yeah, the gig’s till four. I’ll sleep when the sun’s up. Nah, I don’t do mornings. Not by choice. The coffin’s a futon, the tomb’s a shared flat I got my bite at a night club a while back in town, Landlord raised the rent again, never gives nothin' back Now I spin throbbing bass until the club shuts down. I spin wax till dawn at a dingy dive Got a five-star rating, “DJ Drac makes you feel alive!" But when the club spits out its last drunk soul And the neon grinds down to a quiet console That’s when my undead heart slows down This city’s mine, no need to hunt, no one's around Give me the cool calm of the street light buzz The hum of a transformer, the hush the night does I’ve got rent to make, a hand to shake, a daylight door to close But out here in the 3 a.m. world, I’m the king of the cold glow. My reflection’s just a blank space where my face should be, But the smoke machines and lasers fill the scene for a fee. I used to guzzle vodka, now I’m sipping A-negative tea, Still can’t find a flatmate who won’t freak out on me. The apps all want my profile pic, I set a silhouette, I’m undead and I’m underpaid, but not beaten yet. When the cleanup crew sweeps glitter and doubt And the last train rumbles underground going south I walk the empty avenue sublime No pulse to race, just closing time Give me the cool calm of the street light buzz The hum of a transformer, the hush the night does I’ve got rent to make, a hand to shake, an evenin' deal to close But out here in the 3 a.m. world, I’m the king of the cold glow They say the undead burn like paper in the sun, I’m half monster, half millennial on the run, But the real stake is my landlord sending rent demands. The nights are long, so’s my list of needy hands. See, the sodium-lit bridges, the canal’s black glass? Make me remember why I chose forever to pass. Part-vampire, all working class. The street lights bloom like flowers of sodium gold, I got forever, but this moment never gets old. So give me the cool calm of the street light buzz The hum of a transformer, the hush the night does I’ll scrape the rent together, duck the sun, play the afterparty lows ’Cause nothing in this restless world beats the feel of the cold glow No, nothing beats the cold glow... Street lights flicker on my way home. I’ve only been dead fifteen years... I’m still figuring out the rent bit. See you next sunset... if the world lets me.
