Walking through the forest late one night
I thought I saw a ghost in the moonlight
I asked him who he was and he didn't say
But he gave me a shy smile with fangs on display
Look at my friend he's a really nice guy
Perfect 'cause he only comes out at night
Asked him who he was and he didn't say
But it doesn't really matter anyway
Walking through the cemetery after dark
Thought I'd take a look up at the stars
But I felt a hand reach for my leg
It was just another one of the walking dead
Look at this man he seems so strange
I bet he's had his better days
But now he's just trying to move on
Oh, pardon me for being on your lawn
Creatures of the night are people too
They wake up every evening with things to do
We shouldn't really complain or cry
When they scare us looking for them out late at night
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