Dancing in the sheets Grab your coat and wave goodbye to your friends I want to take you where the night never ends I feel the need to sweep you off of your feet You and me, we should be dancing in the sheets I caught you smiling I know I've seen you

What explains our enduring fascination with vampires? And what dark and hidden parts of our psyche are aroused and captivated "Few creatures of the night have captured our imagination like vampires. What is it about the vampire myth that explains our

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For you I'll always wait I, I love that girl She is the days I can't get over She is the nights that I call home endlessly Caught in the waves of hesitation Lost in the sea of my own doubt endlessly She is my rock and my rolling thunder I've been the

Cold beer on a Friday night A pair of jeans that fit just right And the radio up Well I've seen the sunrise See the love in my woman's eyes Feel the touch of a precious child And know a mother's love You know I like my chicken fried Well I was raised up

It's close to midnight and He's barking at the moon I have a phobia A fear of the dark Afraid to shoot strangers The animal talks Guns scare me shitless But love gun's my friend The sentinel's coming

A car has killed a friend down in Chicago, thousand miles away J.B Lenoir is dead and it's hit me like a hammer blow J.B had a struggle playin' unappreciated blues in vain When I read the news, night came early in my day I cry inside my heart that the

With hands held high Into a sky so blue The ocean opens up To swallow you. Stuttering and mumbling For nightly news to replay And the rest of the world Watching at the end of the day Like what did he say?

Hey hey hey hey hey Well, death to the ones at the end of the serenade Vendetta, sweet vendetta This Beretta of the night This fire and the desire Shots ringing out on a holy parasite Well, I've got a fever A non-believer I'm in a state of grace

I'm a cold one down at the end of the day A little sundown buzz and more on the way I wash a week's worth of dust off my old truck While Bobby Earl runs home to get dressed up Here comes Clifford, gotta forty in a brown bag In his pointed toe boots and a