Vampire Cafe - John Cale

They’re setting the tables

They’re dimming the lights

They’re leaving the priesthood

It’s all over tonight

'Cause somebody’s missing

Somebody’s cold

You better clean out your windows

And sell all your gold

The membership’s crowded

They’re cleaning the list

The menu is different

Everybody’s pissed

The chef is breaking down

Burning to the ground

We haven’t got far to go

Riding through the snow

Someone keeps on knocking

Knocking on your door

Cool rain, cool rain, cool rain, cool rain

The chef is breaking down

Burning to the ground

We haven’t got far to go

Riding through the snow

Someone keeps on knocking

Knocking on your door

Cool rain, cool rain, cool rain, cool rain