AND FOR THE TWILLIGHT FANS OUT THERE...

WHORES WORKING
THE GRAVE YARD SHIFT

A mangled tangled
Grave-worm pried
At the vampire's lips

Oh kiss me
Kiss me
Kiss me
Quick!

The Grave-digger's
Pick stuck deep
And tore my heart apart.

But the Vampire
Squeaked in horror
And spat the worm out

Not for you,
Not for you
My bliss
My immortal kiss

And with a vicious hiss
It rose and stretched
It's cadaverous arms out

Oh come
Sweet dove, my love
And let me drink
Of your pouting lips
Cried he to a maid
Passing by.

Nay, cried she
For dead ye be
And even
The grave-worms
Have more appeal!

The little worm
The Vampire
Had despised
Sneered and smiled:
You she refuses,
That peevish Miss,
But her sweet lips,
I one day
I'll kiss...


Manuela Cardiga