Lyrics
VAMPYR SKINHEAD
Vampyr Skinhead knock at your door
Don’t sell brushes or Brittanica no more
He no check for pushing leaflets through the door
or collecting money for the football
he lives outside the law.
He’s just out on the street
with his boots on his feet
and I would give a lot to know what he’s got
Vampyr Skinhead..
Vampyr Skinhead
Vampyr Skinhead
strikes again
Vampyr Skinhead feel no pain
gonna do it again and again and again
Vampyr Skinhead come down your way
and he’s not from anywhere silly in the USA.
Not religion that he’s peddling door to door
he’s not looking for the meter
(he wouldn’t know what it’s for).
He’s just out on the street
with his boots on his feet
and your little sister’s crying
but he’s not.
Vampyr Skinhead
Vampyr Skinhead
Vampyr Skinhead
Somebody’s gonna get uptight, gonna get hot and they’re gonna make mincemeat of him
someday…
Somebody like Peter Cushing gonna wreck the curtains while he’s sleeping
then they’ll be nothing left but a pair of Marten’s and a pile of dust…
Vampyr Skinhead
come down your street
he’s a monster
and he’s got sharp litle teeth.
No compunction
as he hammers down your door
Or elects to clamber in the window -
he is swift and he is sure.
Out
and I would give a lot to know what he’s got
Vampyr Skinhead….
Vampyr Skinhead….
Vampyr Skinhead……
