When the moon has risen, don’t go out—
They’ll chew you up and dine on parts;
Each piece a thighs and gams fete:
Their lunch under the stars.

They leave at dawning, and they’re ageless nefarious,
Ageless, nefarious,
Nefarious, nefarious.

Hearts pumping the blood they’re lapping—
Sipping hemoglobin, drowning.
So gore vaults from the incisions;
No-more-living teams’ excisions.
Sipping, lipping red libation
Just like wine, in celebration.
Nefarious, nefarious.

When the moon has risen, don’t go out—
Your juice they’ll purge, the “wine” from heart.
They’ll feast on thighs like plantains;
For lunch, they’ll try each part.

They leave at dawning, and they’re ageless nefarious,
Tasty neck fare degust,
Neck fare will gush,
Neck fare will gush.

Dread the sunshine, dread the sun shinin’
The sun shinin’.
Dead in sunshine, dead if sun’s shinin’
If sun’s shinin’.
Dead from sunk spike, dead from sunk spikin’,
From sunk spikin’.