| As New Orleans slips far away
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| When the gas lights dim and the street cars fade
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| When the beast within takes on a new shape
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| The blood runs cold make no mistake
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| You’re just a vampyre with a healthy appetite
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| And you stay awake half the night
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| A band strikes up and they’re starting to play
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| When the sirens wail but they’re way too late
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| The crowds don’t see they’re drunk anyway
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| The inquest said it was coming her way
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| You’re just a vampyre with a healthy appetite
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| And you stay awake half the night
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| Well you ran to ground as you always do And then they finally caught up with you
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| Well they sent you down and Old Smokey was waiting but pressure
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| Groups being what they are these days you were released after five
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| Years at a funny farm in upstate bankrupt
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| New York to walk the streets once more |