Are you one of those weirdos who still collects compact discs? Cool! Add to your soon to be RETRO collection with Creepshots! Only 50 of these babies, so get 'em while they hot!! Why CDs? Well, it's too fucking expensive to get vinyl made. CDs are dirt fucking cheap. Why? Because nobody fucking wants them anymore. Except you!!!!
Comes in a nice light-weight digipak made from mostly recycled materials. Features cool artwork by MC Breath himself!
I will also throw in a bunch of other stuff. Stickers, possibly a MC Breath Fan Club button (glows in the dark), or whatever I feel like fucking throwing in the envelope.
You will also get a FREE copy of Mr. Wizard's Woes (while supplies last).
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lyrics
An undead dude moved in next door
Undead dude moved in next door
Undead dude moved in next door
Undead dude
He vant to drink my blood, nothing more
Drink my blood, nothing more
Drink my blood, nothing more
Drink my blood
He got fangs, man
Motherfucker got fangs, man
Motherfucker got fangs, man
Motherfucker got fangs
He drive a van, man
A woodpaneled mini van
A woodpaneled mini van
To drive around his fam
Have you ever been invited to a barbecue
And quickly realize the main course was you
Well that happened to us
When that salty undead dingus had over on a summer afternoon
The night before the doorbell rang, there was nobody there
Only an invite stabbed to the door with a knife
It read BBQ with the Count, Coors Lite, weenies, and good times
Bring your appetite and, of course, bring the wife
We thought what a great opportunity to get to know our neighbors
So I made my famous ambrosia parfait
My wife, Jude, put together her favorite 7 layer dip
And a 3 bean casserole and we were on our way
We immediately sensed that there was something wrong
When we showed up and there was no one on the lawn
But instead the ghoulish guests were all sitting in a circle
Out of the sun inside with the shades drawn
An undead dude moved in next door
Undead dude moved in next door
Undead dude moved in next door
Undead dude
He vant to drink my blood, nothing more
Drink my blood, nothing more
Drink my blood, nothing more
Drink my blood
He got fangs, man
Motherfucker got fangs, man
Motherfucker got fangs, man
Motherfucker got fangs
He drive a van, man
A woodpaneled mini van
A woodpaneled mini van
To drive around his fam
We were greeted by the host and his ghostly wife
Whose summer cookout looked closer to a black mass
The sangria started flowing , even though it tasted funny
Was compelled to keep drinking glass after glass
I started to unwind until i asked why the wine
Had a strange consistency while going down my throat
He said it’s just dry Merlot, sliced fruit wedges and Cointreau
And the venous blood of a sacrificial goat
I suddenly began feeling queezy, queazy
I suddenly began feeling queazy, queazy
I suddenly began feeling queezy, queazy
I suddenly began feeling queazy, queazy
I suddenly began feeling queezy, queazy
I suddenly began feeling queazy, queazy
I suddenly began feeling queezy, queazy
I suddenly began feeling queazy, queazy
And then I woke up
Next to my wife in bed
Nightmares of being bitten up by the undead
Must have been a dream
All those screams were in my head
Never beaten never bitten never blacked out never bled
So I got up
Walked over to the bathroom sink
Ran cold water in my hands
Splashed my face and took a drink
Then I looked up
Suddenly a nervous wreck
For in the mirror I noticed two tiny bite marks on my neck
An undead dude moved in next door
Undead dude moved in next door
Undead dude moved in next door
Undead dude
He vant to drink my blood, nothing more
Drink my blood, nothing more
Drink my blood, nothing more
Drink my blood
He got fangs, man
Motherfucker got fangs, man
Motherfucker got fangs, man
Motherfucker got fangs
He drive a van, man
A woodpaneled mini van
A woodpaneled mini van
To drive around his fam
