[ Featuring the Dark Shadows ]
Tempers are flying, eggs are frying
Baby's crying in the other room
I hear you complaining, outside it's raining
And I'm howling at the moon
You're a bitter pill to swallow, a hard act to follow
As you leave me wallow in the dust
I hear you griping, once again you're hyping
Betrayal of my trust
Might as well be a stranger
Or a fugitive on the run
A drifter on the highway
Or Dracula, hiding from the sun
Shadows are falling, demons are calling
Snakes are crawling in the night
Again you're ignoring, now the rain is pouring
As I close the coffin to the light
Might as well be a hermit
Or a hobo on the bum
A troll under the bridge
Or Dracula, hiding from the sun
Food's gone from the table, baby from the cradle
I'm unable to contemplate the doom
I find a cross on a chain, as I fight the pain
And the fading of the moon
Might as well be a prisoner
Of the husband that you've shunned
Sleeping in my coffin
Like Dracula, hiding from the sun
I'm Dracula, hiding from the sun
