| Their deadliest weapon
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| Is the art of surprise
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| You get no warning
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| They just drop from the skies
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| You better watch out
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| I’m telling you, sister
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| For the bloodsucking monsters
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| In their flying saucers
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| We’re under attack from the upper quarter
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| Watch out for your sister, your mother and your daughter
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| (That the government’s doing nothing — it’s a fucking disgrace!)
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| Lesbian vampyres from outer space
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| They push you to the ground
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| You’re lying in the mud
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| They bite your neck
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| And they drink your blood
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| You’re lying there alone
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| Trying to catch your breath
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| Trying to cancel your appointment
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| With the angel of death
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| We’re under attack from the upper quarter
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| Watch out for your sister, your mother and your daughter
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| (That the church’s doing nothing — it’s a fucking disgrace!)
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| Lesbian vampyres from outer space
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| Now if you’re a man
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| You can be safe from them
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| They’re after your women
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| They don’t want no man
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| But that don’t mean
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| That it’s safe to walk the streets
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| 'Cause the gay-boy vampyres
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| Are coming next week
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| We’re under attack from the upper quarter
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| Watch out for your sister, your mother and your daughter
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| (No grant from the council — it’s a fucking disgrace!)
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| Lesbian vampyres from outer space |