Songtexte
Hunched
in
the
corner
of
the
dressing-room,
Trying
to
get
back
to
the
real...
Uh-oh,
here
they
come,
ready
for
their
meal:
Energy
Vampires,
crawling
out
of
the
wall,
They
want
to
steal
my
vitality,
They
want
to
drink
it
all.
This
guy
says
that
he
wrote
all
my
songs,
This
girl
says
she's
had
my
baby
–
Me,
I
don't
know
them
from
Adam
and
Eve,
Sometimes
I
really
believe
I'm
going
crazy.
"Excuse
me
while
I
suck
your
blood,
Excuse
me
when
I
phone
you,
I've
got
every
one
of
your
records,
man,
Doesn't
that
mean
I
own
you?"
Oh,
sure,
I
long
ago
decided
to
make
myself
an
exponent
Of
public
possession
in
the
private
obsession
zone.
But
now
I'm
serious,
let's
be
serious,
I'm
not
selling
you
my
soul,
Try
to
put
it
in
the
records
But
I've
got
to
keep
my
life
my
own.
One
thing
I've
not
got
a
lot
of
is
time
And
it's
slipping
away...
I've
got
a
life
to
live
too.
Ah,
here
they
come...
Vampires!
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