Somebody once told me Sabbat are gonna roll me
I ain't the sharpest Prince in the Cam.
He was lookin' kinda dumb while he was starin' at the sun
We got tapes of him goin' ka-blam...
Well, the fears start coming and they don't stop drumming
Fed to the Dogs and I hit the ground running
Didn't make sense not to die for fun
Your brain gets soft, but your heart grows numb
So much to do, so much to kill
So what's wrong with taking that hill
You'll never know if you don't bite
You'll never win if you don't fight
CHORUS:
Hey now you're a vampire put your fangs in, blood rare
Hey now, you're a shifter, go to Crinos, don't care
And all that kills you is gold
Only silver crosses break the mold
It's a cool town, and they say it gets colder
Chat with Tremere, and get the cold shoulder
But the Brujah, they beg to differ
Judging by the hole in that neonate, Fletcher
The blood we have is getting rather thin
The vitae's getting warm so you might as well grin
My world's like fire, how about yours
That's the way I like it and I never get bored
CHORUS
Author Unknown.
