Down the way, there's this groovy little place And when things are looking grave They always seem to turn out O.K. Down the way, there's a carnival ways Open as to what you say If you know how to communicate Communicate Communicate Here he is the most spectacular Straight in at your jugular The fantastic Count Dracula Holding off Frank and Stein The weird wolf is stuck in the sticks Selling vampires a crucial fix He says he only does it for the kicks They say he's no friend of mine Too high to be a junkie, but I'm too stoned to dance Living in the suburbs with a gun in my hands I'm so intimidated do you fancy my chance Too high to be a junkie but I'm t-t-t-t-t-too stoned to dance Silver bullets for sale door to door From your local friendly Egor He's been sent down by the doctor From the castle on the hill Uncle Fester's festering He says he's in cahoots with Thing He says the devil's own plots hatching, He'll be left with the bitterest pill Too high to be a junkie, but I'm too stoned to dance Living in the suburbs with a gun in my hands I'm so intimidated do you fancy my chance Too high to be a junkie but I'm t-t-t-t-t-too stoned to dance. It is, can't be, what's that... oh no Hit a nerve a bit too close to the bone On the radio with skeleton Tuning in to Medium wave In the back a gravely stoned vampire, Who swears to god that you can't get higher On a diet of blood and fire, In the comfort of your cave (ways)