Nightfall and his axe is gettin dull   Wanna burn a candle wanna burn it in a scull   Writin' letters to a friend   Stains of make-up smeared out on the hand-made smokies end      What a way to be a winner   Hate thru the mail    What a live-home little sinner   Try him he'll fail      Signin up for duty in black now   Hatin it from PO Box 4   Hear it from the Lord of the Dusk he's a bore      Screamin to an evil 4-track tape   Plug in to his headphones for a so-called aural rape   Demon posters at his wall   Posin in the snow wont let you hear the demons call      Workin on a date with the devil   Stood up for the twentieth time   Lord of the dusk fuck-up dressed like a mime      No rush tonite   Can't get it right   No vampire bite   Just a little fright