Children of the Night

Whoa-whoa Whoa-whoa You dye your hair black and wear it in your face Crawl onto a headstone And lie inside the grave Skip into the cemetery Let the morning come We don’t mind We don’t care The time has begun Whoa-whoa Whoa-whoa Why go home? You’re not wanted there Stay with us tonight Smoke your cigarettes and Talk about those things that scare you We will feed all your fears Children of the night Children of the night Children of the night Children of the night Whoa-whoa Whoa-whoa Whoa-whoa