Starlite Decay - Blitzkid

Friday night

The drive-in doubles up the fright.

The ghouls attack upon the silver light.

Back seat

The hearse windows are hazed with heat.

Just for tonite, we’re gonna starve the light

A little longer.

Just a little longer.

I’m a torn up Graveyard greaser groping on you.

But don’t you know girl

I love you so?

People freak

But baby, don’t you even speak.

Don’t explain, only call my name

A little longer.

Just a little longer.

(sax break) oo la la.

I know it’s cold.

I know it’s late.

We should be sleeping in our graves

But let’s stay and starve the light

A little while — longer.

We’re dead as Death upon the screen

But Death can’t even match our gleam.

Baby, won’t you call that evil name of mine

A little longer.

Just a little longer.