Dandridge Lyrics

Oh, listen to the music of the children of the night

As they sing to the world a wicked lullaby

Oh, dancing under constellations

Heathens ever hunger with mouths of razors, can you hear them call

Oh, listen to the music of the children of the night

As they sing to the world a wicked lullaby

Oh, dancing under constellations

Heathens ever hunger with mouths of razors, can you hear them call

Something's lurking in the night in the woods, under the full moon

Following the scent of blood with an insatiable thirst and senses sharp as a bat

So put your necklace of garlic on and try to relax

Oh, there's no hope hidden in those broke old tricks

You can throw out your blessed water and your crucifix

Because there's no holy spirit in the forest tonight

So keep your doors closed, locked and windows boarded tight and listen

Oh, listen to the music of the children of the night

As they sing to the world a wicked lullaby

Oh, dancing under constellations

Heathens ever hunger with mouths of razors, can you hear them call

Oh, listen to the music of the children of the night

As they sing to the world a wicked lullaby

Oh, dancing under constellations

Heathens ever hunger with mouths of razors, can you hear them call

Hearing footsteps falling over the roof

But know the knocking at your door is just the big bad wolf man

And he's full of clever riddles and his voice is enticing

But he can't blow you over if you didn't invite him

He's an old soul hiding in a young man's skin

He's got a charming little culture club he wants you in

Because you've got something that he needs flowing under your flesh

It's only 2 puncture wounds in the side of your neck, so just

Oh, listen to the music of the children of the night

As they sing to the world a wicked lullaby

Oh, dancing under constellations

Heathens ever hunger with mouths of razors, can you hear them call

Oh, listen to the music of the children of the night

As they sing to the world a wicked lullaby

Oh, dancing under constellations

Heathens ever hunger with mouths of razors, can you hear them call

Oh yeah, fill up a challis with that sweet, red liquid

Oh yeah, we'll keep it going until the break of dawn

Oh, listen to the music of the children of the night

As they sing to the world a wicked lullaby

Oh, dancing under constellations

Heathens ever hunger with mouths of razors, can you hear them call

Oh, listen to the music of the children of the night

As they sing to the world a wicked lullaby

Oh, dancing under constellations

Heathens ever hunger with mouths of razors, can you hear them call

Oh, listen to the music of the children of the night

As they sing to the world a wicked lullaby

Oh, dancing under constellations

Heathens ever hunger with mouths of razors, can you hear them call