I want your heart, I want your soul
I want everything you hold dear
I want the sinews that bind you together
I know enough is never enough
I want the broad road and 20/20 vision
Your wrist a keyboard of perfume
Money cannot buy
And I'm in a position to say
The camera does not lie
There's a lot of vampires out there
Hanging out to grab your soul
They don't live in Transylvania
They don't live in rock and roll
I want your bones (want your bones)
I want your blood (want your blood)
I want everything (everything) you hold dear
I want the sinews that bind you together
I made an educated guess
'Cause there's a panic in the lingerie
You know I tremble at each touch
Close my eyes and sigh
Then fly off like a bullet
For the dark side of the sky
There's a lot of vampires out there
Hanging out to grab your soul
They don't live in Transylvania
They don't live in rock and roll
I want you pain (want you pain)
I want your pleasure (want your pleasure)
I want everything (everything) you hold dear
I want the sinews that bind you together
I know enough is never enough
Hatcheck to showgirl, let's to bed madam
I know there's no way out but through together
Wet with sex, wet with sweat
Embody your body
There's a lot of vampires out there
Hanging out to grab your soul
They don't live in Transylvania
They don't live in rock and roll
There's a lot of vampires out there
Hanging out to grab your soul
They don't live in Transylvania
They don't live in rock and roll
Rock and roll
Vampires
Vampires was written by Boz Boorer & Marco Pirroni & Adam Ant.
Vampires was produced by David Tickle.