Now beware the streets tonight
Lay low till the sunrise
The undead Casanovas hunt for love

(You may)
Look the doors, drop the blinds
Keep quiet and stay inside
But nothing helps when [bad word] 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 un-living, 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 [bad word] 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 un-living, 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 [bad word] alive

On the Night of the loving dead
Love the un-living, no skins attached
On the Night of the loving dead
Love the un-living, no skins attached

On the Night of the loving dead
Love the un-living, no skins attached
On the Night of the loving dead
The Night of the loving dead