Calabrese - Children of the Night Lyrics

Whoa-whoa
Whoa-whoa

You dye your hair black and wear it in your face
You crawl onto the headstone
And lie inside the grave
Skip into the cemetery
Let the morning come
We don't mind
We don't care
The time has begun

Whoa-whoa
Whoa-whoa

Why go home?
When you're not wanted there
Stay with us tonight
Smoke your cigarettes and
Talk about those things that scare you
We will feed all your fears

Children of the night
Children of the night
Children of the night
Children of the night

Whoa-whoa
Whoa-whoa
Whoa-whoa