Once Bitten, Twice Awkward.

Posted: October 31, 2016 in Uncategorized

(An almost epic rock ballad about preteen zombie vampires from outer space.)

Cruising downtown on our skate boards,
Traveling together in big noisy hordes.
We were running through the night,
Just looking for some necks to bite.

We are the preteen zombie vampires from outer space.
We have stale angst in our heart, fresh acne on our face.
Singing “oh, oh, eww” all night long.

We emerge from a thick, soupy Axe body spray haze,
With eyes that have an otherworldly hypnotic glaze,
The most painfully awkward undead aliens you’ve ever seen.
We are really just more misunderstood, than actually mean.

Motoring, what’s your price for flight
When you see this prepubescent fright,
I hope I’m gonna be alright tonight.

I don’t get the change coming over me,
First I’m a vampire, and now puberty?

We are the preteen zombie vampires from outer space.
We have stale angst in our heart, fresh acne on our face.
Singing “oh, oh, eww” all night long.

Once upon a time, I wanted to fall in love,
now, I’m only falling apart, THAT’S what zombies do.
My voice is changing, when push comes to shove,
It starts to crack every time I try to shout BOO!

If you’ve got love in your sights,
Watch out love bites.
If none of this makes any sense,
Try to take a bite out of adolescence.

We are the preteen zombie vampires from outer space.
We have stale angst in our heart, fresh acne on our face.
Singing “oh, oh, eww” all night long.

Shot through the heart, and I’m to blame,
I give preteens a bad name.

Every rose has its thorn,
Just like every night has its dawn.
I wake up, sit up and let out a muffled scream.
Then, I realize that it was all a pizza fueled dream.

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