L.A. sucks, the sun shines and I duck
And I wear a lot of black
My teeth grow, I age real slow
And you know I keep skulking about
Looking for "love", Jack

Well, I'm Transylvania born and crazed
But nowadays, I sleep on through the day
L.A.'s mine, at night I roam
Streets I comb, need some victims to score

I am quite dead
And blood I drink
And no one screams at all
Not even the sink
I was, I died!
A bat bit I
And I became a vamp, I'm one creepy guy
Still I can't get my fill

Did you ever read about a dude who dreamed of being a vamp?
And then became one?
Well, except for the flicks like that Dracula trickster
If you talk about me, the gory's the same fun

But I got a grumpiness deep in here
And I'm feared, but it don't make my day
And I'm not a man, I'm a monster
And there is no cure for the curse of being this way

I am quite dead
And blood I drink
And no one screams at all
Not even the sink
I was, I died!
A bat bit I
And I became a vamp, I'm one creepy guy
Still I can't get my fill