Wolfman Park

I went lookin' for Warren in Wolfman Park,

When the blood burning moon lit up the dark;

I followed his leads and matched his pace,

Kept my silver bullets just in case.

Down Lon Chaney Lane they whistle in the dark

When the mist comes up and the dogs all bark,

It's right here, bud, calls a voice from the mud,

A formality, can you sign in blood?

A stake through the heart or the spindlehole,

It's state of the art, it's rock'n'roll;

A Faustian deal or no deal at all,

A midnight rave and a wolfman call.

I went lookin' for Warren in Wolfman Park

To ask for a light, a primordial spark,

Lift the Gypsy curse from me and my friends

I've seen this movie and I know how it ends.

When the wolfbane blooms you better bolt the doors,

And you hear those howls out in the moors;

Those miserable dogs, those unfortunate wrecks,

Warren just came to pay his respects.

Where the ladies love nothing but Halloween,

Give them roses they ask What do you mean?

It's trick or it's treat, or you're dead on your feet;

It's a thousand-year-old teenage beat.

I went lookin' for Warren in Wolfman Park,

When the blood burning moon lit up the dark

I followed his leads and matched his pace,

Kept my silver bullets just in case.