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Down in the graveyard the dead were walking The ghouls were talking The werewolves were stalking They knew Dracula would be coming before long I heard the coach and horses I knew Igor would be driving And Dracula would be hiding from the sun My hands were already shaking From the course I would be taking But I had my silver bullets in my gun In the inn the fire was blazing The old men nodding wisely Their words were left hanging in the smoke The innkeeper hunched and crippled His glass eye gazing blindly He poured out the foaming beer but never spoke In the castle she was waiting Her bare neck upon the pillow Her window was wide open to the moon The garlic would not protect her Her bible was unopened Her silver crucifix could not save her from her doom His eyes burnt like red rubies As I fired my silver bullets And he staggered backwards falling to the ground I was holding my stake ready And I hit it with my mallet The dead fled at that awful thudding sound If you believe in Dracula Then you would be much safer As you lie dreaming softly in your bed Some things are best unspoken So don't leave your window open Or one morning you might wake up living dead |
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