I am a bat; I make heart attacks
I dance to violyns with creepy-crawly black cats
killed on a carousel; I murdered them as well
Their eyes two black holes in a space that is rotting well
I do say young sir, if I may:
I come out at night; I can not stand the day
Be warned, I'm not one to mess with
Poison apples I'm here to mourn
Blood spills, thrills and chills and corsets
Scars and daggers
Don't mess with Frills Van Der Ville
Sink those teeth in, my dear you look so thin
Those boney fingers looking like the death
I'm feeling rather caged in, my lions dead within a Jack-O-Lantern
Dead girls dance the cancan
In with the old, and out with the in
Burlesque is back and it's best served with gin
Be warned, I'm not one to mess with
Poison apples I'm here to mourn
Blood spills, thrills and chills and corsets
Scars and daggers
Don't mess with Frills Van Der Ville
We are the dead on the full moon with head
Burns and tears from your Grandmother's bed
The skin is green and we are rarely seen
Out passed the sunlight we have never been
all have fun, because we are dead. dead. dead.
Be warned, I'm not one to mess with
Poison apples I'm here to mourn
Blood spills, thrills and chills and corsets
Scars and daggers
Don't mess with Frills Van Der Ville