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I went looking for troubleAnd boy, I found herShe's in love with herselfShe likes the darkOn her milk-white neckThe Devil's markNow it's All Hallows EveThe moon is fullBut will she trick or treat?I bet she willShe will(Happy Halloween, baby)She's got a date at midnightWith NosferatuOh baby, Lily MunsterAin't got nothing on youWell, when I called her evilShe just laughedWell, cast that spell on meBoo bitch-craft
Yeah, you wanna go out cause it's raining and blowingYou can't go out cause your roots are showingDye 'em blackOoh, dye 'em blackBlack, black, black, black number oneBlack, black, black, black number oneLittle wolf-skin bootsAnd clove cigarettesAn erotic funeralFor which she's dressedHer perfume smells likeBurning leavesEvery dayIs HalloweenYeah, you wanna go out cause it's raining and blowingYou can't go out cause your roots are showingDye 'em blackOoh, dye 'em blackBlack, black, black, black number one(She dyes 'em black)Black, black, black, black number one(Black number one)
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Loving you, loving youLoving you, loving youLoving you, loving youWas like loving the deadWas like loving the deadWas like loving the deadBlack, black, black, black number one(She dyes 'em black)Black, black, black, black number one(Black number one, ooh yeah)Black, black, black, black number oneBlack, black, black, black number one
Frontman Pete Steele talked about writing this song while he was working his day job at the time:

I was waiting in line for three hours to dump 40 cubic yards of human waste at the Hamilton Avenue Marine Transfer Station, and I wrote the song in my head. I’m not kidding you. And it’s about the girl I fucking slashed my wrists over. She was the ultimate goth girl, and I was poking fun at her because she was in love with herself. I actually lost the original lyrics to that song, so I had to rewrite them.


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