“In which a couple brings home a nice memento from Italy,
and inadvertently summons the dark army.”

I thought I told you
To be careful with that book
It’s smelling funny
And I'm frightened by its looks
Old crusted pages
And a blood-red colored print
Ghastly looking pictures
That keep changing with each glimpse

Now you can hear the people screaming
On Magnolia Boulevard
There's no use for fancy hideouts:
They can smell just where you are
Where exactly did they come from?
Shirley, we will never know
But now you've lit that cosmic beacon
It's a safe bet where they'll go

Yeay it's

Fright Night
Feel the heat
Something’s clawing
At my feet
Strange emissions
A thousand eyes
Sudden death comes as no surprise

When we entered
That old shady antique store
I had a feeling
That I never felt before
The crippled owner
With the missing upper lip
Told us stories of old writers
With satanic partnerships

As on obscure souvenir
From this ancient part of Rome
There was not much need for sno-globes
So we purchased that old tome
For 6 dollar 66
It was a bargain sure as hell
And we left while being stared at
By the freaky clientele

Yeay it's

Fright Night
Feel the heat
Something’s clawing
At my feet
Strange emissions
A thousand eyes
Sudden death comes as no surprise

Now we’re stuck here
In this shelter underground
Feeding on the exotic mushrooms
That I found
They bring us visions
Of depression and defeat
But that surely can’t be worse
Than all those freaks that roam the streets

While you try to figure out
If the barricade will hold
I am contemplating methods
To defeat this evil horde
Then suddenly it’s freezing
We drop our coffee to the floor
Sprinting for our secret exit
‘Cause they’re knocking at our door

Yeay it's

Fright Night
Feel the heat
Something’s clawing
At my feet
Strange emissions
A thousand eyes
Sudden death comes as no surprise