Your silver bullets have not killed me yet
Meet me in the morning
In the land of no regret
Shoot me dead at midnight
When I am the beast and yet
The werewolf in the wardrobe is not dressed to kill
But easy to forget
Sometimes I like to dress up. Halloween spook
Or crazy vet
Your silver bullets hit me
In the centre of the chest
Luckily my heart had moved
To my mouth or maybe my feet
You left me there in a pool of blood
As the moonlight swam in your eyes
And all those silver fish of lies
Came out about the carpet
You left me there in the moonlight
Your silver bullets in my chest
A stake through my heart
A crucifix to digest
But I woke up to smell the coffee
Your silver bullets haven't killed me yet
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