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Now beware the streets tonite

and lay low till the sunrise 'cause

the undead casanovas hunt for love.

Lock the doors, drop the blinds,

keep quiet and stay inside but nothing

helps when push comes to shove.

Bequeth thy loving, my body's cold,

I take you in my coffin where

you can kiss my bones.

On the Night of the loving dead,

love the unliving, no skins attached.

On the night of the loving dead,

the night of the loving dead.

Dressing sharp, au naturel,

looking drop dead gorgeous.

Sins of the rotten flesh

for you to hold

My caress is terminal

'cause my touch is torture,

there's no way in Hell I'll let you go.

Bequeth thy loving, my body's cold,

I take you in my coffin where

you can kiss my bones.

On the Night of the loving dead,

love the unliving, no skins attached.

On the night of the loving dead,

the night of the loving dead.

Six feet underground,

if I had a heart you would make it pound.

You make the dead come alive!

On the Night of the loving dead,

love the unliving, no skins attached.

On the Night of the loving dead,

love the unliving, no skins attached.

On the Night of the loving dead,

love the unliving, no skins attached.

On the night of the loving dead,

the night of the loving dead.