Small Town Dracula

A small town Dracula waits his turn to pay his respect and kiss the urn.
Undo the bra strap and say «where's my life going? What have I become?»
This night time living will kill you.
And it’s hardly ever fun.
It’s hardly ever fun.
A small town Dracula finds his way through all the advertising focused his way.
And his mother nagging on the phone everyday saying «I really think that you
should just settle down».
Buy a house in your home town.
This wanderlust will kill you.
And it’s hardly ever fun.
And the Mexican war streets.
And Jimi Hendrix.
And your eyes.
And pods of orcas.
And handsome dressers.
And gentle dirt bikes.
In dirty kitchens.
And churches falling.
And pads of paper.
And all the pretending… and solemnly swear to uphold the truth.
And grief counsellors.
And the bandwith restraint.
And the challenges of loving.
And the mistakes that we make.