Texty: Elvis Hitler. Hellbilly. Ghouls (looking For Food).

Rotten flesh dripping from my bones
As I rip through suburban homes
Creep about in a shroud of fog
I'll tear the heart from your family dog

Ghoul's
Looking for you
Ghoul's
Looking for food

Each night when I leave my grave
A doomed woman will be come
My slave
Mangled corpse left on the ground

Her head will never be found
Ghoul's
Looking for you
Ghoul's
Looking for food