Almost ashamed t'have fangs these days...
Soddin' rookies.
Y'go out on patrol, y'find a bunch of vamps in this burg, y'expect a decent scrap, right? At least one or two of 'em's bound t'be a pisser t'put down. That's just bloody percentages.
But these tossers we been runnin' across on patrol lately? Not even enough t'break a sweat. If I still had t'sweat, of course.
Almost makes a bloke embarrassed t'be undead.
Don't help matters when they all go skittish, start runnin' around their li'l holes in the walls, as if they've been suckin' more double-pump mocha lattes lately than Happy Meals with legs. Y'say "Boo" an' they jump twelve feet high. Almost think something's got 'em scared...'sides th' Slayer, anyway.
An' speakin' of the bloody Slayer, what the hell's with that bird what's been taggin' along with her these days? Buggered in th' brain, that one is. Reminds me of Dru, an' I'm not talkin' in a nostalgiac kinda way.
Doesn't help matters that she stares at my hair all th' bloody time, either.
Hear tell Rupert's gone and called a powwow for the Slayerettes about the ol' Hizzoner. Might sit in on that one. Oughta be interesting t'see if any of those tossers got th' stones to do what needs t'be done, or if they're gonna hold hands and get all group sing about him.
But if that bird's around again an' she starts starin' at my noggin, I'm done.
Y'go out on patrol, y'find a bunch of vamps in this burg, y'expect a decent scrap, right? At least one or two of 'em's bound t'be a pisser t'put down. That's just bloody percentages.
But these tossers we been runnin' across on patrol lately? Not even enough t'break a sweat. If I still had t'sweat, of course.
Almost makes a bloke embarrassed t'be undead.
Don't help matters when they all go skittish, start runnin' around their li'l holes in the walls, as if they've been suckin' more double-pump mocha lattes lately than Happy Meals with legs. Y'say "Boo" an' they jump twelve feet high. Almost think something's got 'em scared...'sides th' Slayer, anyway.
An' speakin' of the bloody Slayer, what the hell's with that bird what's been taggin' along with her these days? Buggered in th' brain, that one is. Reminds me of Dru, an' I'm not talkin' in a nostalgiac kinda way.
Doesn't help matters that she stares at my hair all th' bloody time, either.
Hear tell Rupert's gone and called a powwow for the Slayerettes about the ol' Hizzoner. Might sit in on that one. Oughta be interesting t'see if any of those tossers got th' stones to do what needs t'be done, or if they're gonna hold hands and get all group sing about him.
But if that bird's around again an' she starts starin' at my noggin, I'm done.