The moon was feeling mean.
The big bad wolf
had a bad dream.
The sky could not take the glare.
There was thunder in the air.
The land was full of rocks
that rumbled as they rolled.
In the distance an angry lion roared.
God looked down
and saw the need.
Therefore in his wisdom he decreed,
Henceforth there shall be
and all night voodoo bars,
cyanide and the whipping post,
formaldehyde and the whispering ghost.
Vampires will make the hit parade
and zombies will be all the rave.
Supernatural aint unnatural
let us put it on
Now as twilight descends upon us all
and the walking dead stumble up to call.
Let's pave the world, put up a shopping mall,
ACDC and throw the biggest ball.
of them all.