Well-fed corpse cohorts stay out all night long;
They've got red eyes, their gums yield prongs.
Bloods spurts when vein's opened, then you die.
Tables turnin'; now your turn to try.

You once were an aliver, but it's all over now.
Now you are a blood-driver; suck it all, O-type chow.

You used to wake in mornin' before you were undead,
But now you scurry when the sun peeps up its head.
At night long teeth you bare; on bare necks you clamp down,
Swill till you're slaked, then have another round.

You once did bite a liver--tough as hide of a cow.
It made your canines shiver; wish you'd had checkups now.

At night you're above ground; on bare necks you clamped down,
Rent flesh was bloody. . .slayin' those high-class dames.
'Twas pulsin' out; you called it, witty, "crimson tide."
Tasters hurtin'--undead dentist pried.

You used to be much brighter in spirits. . .glummer now.
You used to be a biter, but you're a gummer now.