Ah, the lengthening hours at the refinery,
belching fire into the sky.
We do our best vampire routines
as we suck the dying hours dry.
The night is lovely as a rose.
If I see sunlight hit you, I am sure that we’ll both decompose.
Ah, the fitful sleep and the fire engines
that I dream of when I dream.
Some day we’ll both wake up for good.
I will try hard not to scream.
The evening wind will shake the blind.
You’re stirring from your slumber, we’ve got something hateful on our minds.