ght. Dead, Dead that walks at night. Running from the light. Pillaging the frightened. Gotta call from the grave, gonna go out and rattle the cage, Cause you don't know, know what's behind this mask. oul. Gonna go out and beat the boards, cast an eyeball on some broads. Gonna get hedonic, feelin' catatonic tonight. We bite, feeding on the fright, here's to the night. Deadbeat disco die. Prowl the streets, this fever's eating me I'm gonna party till I bleed, making this night free. Shout, (guitartabs.cc)
