They say when the moon is full
The crazies come out
We say why wait
Today is our day to shine
Shrouded in shadow
Ready for anything
For once we are happy
What we call joy
Others call terror
Some call us agents of satan
We reply 'don't make enemies of us'
We may burn incense
We may light candles
We like the dark of night
And gloom of murky days
We howl at the moon
Because we feel like it
What we are is not
What we seem to be
10-13-95