| Once Lugosi told us to listen to them
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| To the children and the music they make
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| And from then on we follow this sinister path
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| Now we would not want it any other way
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| Cause among the undead we feel safe
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| cold embrace
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| This ain’t no halloween costume
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| This is our life, three-sixty-five
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| We raise our fist, hail to the freaks
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| This is our anthem to all freaks
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| We are the odd ones your parents warned you about
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| We’re as twisted as the clothes that we wear
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| We’re disciples of horror, eccentric and strange
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| And we love being scared, and we scare
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| We’ve been bullied and beaten and dissed
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| You’ve started this fight but we won’t let you win
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| This ain’t no halloween costume
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| This is our life, three-sixty-five
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| We raise our fist, hail to the freaks
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| This is our anthem to all freaks
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| We’re faithful, true monsters
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| Their (patron satan got?) to us
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| We’re like them, they’re like us
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| Devotion’s carved into our hearts
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| This ain’t no halloween costume
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| This is our life, three-sixty-five
|
| We raise our fist, hail to the freaks
|
| This is our anthem to all freaks
|
| This ain’t no halloween costume
|
| This is our life, three-sixty-five
|
| We raise our fist, hail to the freaks
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| This is our anthem to all freaks |