I want your soul.
I want everything you hold dear.
I want the sinews that bind you together.
I know enough is never enough.
I want the broad road and the 20/20 vision.
Your wrist a keyboard of perfume
Money cannot buy.
And I'm in a position to say,
The camera does not lie.
There's a lot of vampires out there,
Hanging out to grab your soul.
They don't live in Transylvania.
They don't live in Rock 'n' Roll.
I want your bones.
Want your bones
I want your blood.
Want your blood
I want everything,
Everything
You hold dear.
I want the sinews, that bind you together.
I made an educated guess,
'Cos there's a panic, in the lingerie.
You know I tremble at each touch.
Close my eyes and sigh,
Then fly off like a bullet,
For the darkside of the sky.
There's a lot of vampires out there,
Hanging out to grab you soul.
They don't live in Transylvania.
They don't live in Rock 'n' Roll.
I want your pain.
Want your pain
I want your pleasure.
Want your pleasure
I want everything,
Everything
You hold dear.
I want the sinews that bind you together.
I know enough is never enough.
Hatcheck to showgirl, let's to bed madam.
I know there's no way out but through together,
Wet with sex, wet with sweat,
Embody, your body.
There's a lot of vampires out there,
Hanging out to grab your soul.
They don't live in Transylvania.
They don't live in Rock 'n' Roll.
There's a lot of vampires out there,
Hanging out to grab your soul.
They don't live in Transylvania.
They don't live in Rock 'n' Roll.
Rock 'n' Roll
Vampires
Adam Ant, Marco Pirroni, and Boz Boorer