Too Stoned to Dance

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)