Midnight Monster GIG

The moon is rising like a spotlight in the velvet sky The werewolf tunes his bass while the bats begin to fly He’s got a heavy paw and a rhythm that’s bone-deep While the rest of the town is falling fast asleep He checks the tuning on the strings of silver wire Testing out the amp to set the woods on fire The drummer is a zombie with a steady, rotting beat Keeping time with heavy boots upon the dusty street It’s a monster mash on a power chord Banging heads until we’re bored With the werewolf on the rhythm and the vampire on the lead Music is the only thing these creatures really need We’re rocking through the witching hour, feeling so alive Underneath the pale moon where the shadows come to thrive The lead guitarist is a count in a velvet cape Shredding through the scales in a bat-like shape His fingers move like lightning on the ebony fret A solo so immortal you haven’t heard it yet The mummy’s on the keyboard wrapping up the sound With ancient desert echoes rising from the ground They don’t need a stage, just the clearing in the pines Where the supernatural energy and the melody aligns It’s a monster mash on a power chord Banging heads until we’re bored With the werewolf on the rhythm and the vampire on the lead Music is the only thing these creatures really need We’re rocking through the witching hour, feeling so alive Underneath the pale moon where the shadows come to thrive Frankenstein is hauling all the heavy speaker stacks While the phantom of the opera hums along the tracks They don’t want your soul, they just want the speakers loud Feeding off the static of the thunder and the cloud When the sun starts peeking through the morning mist They’ll vanish like a memory that never did exist But until the dawn breaks and the light begins to creep The monsters own the music that the mortals couldn’t keep It’s a monster mash on a power chord Banging heads until we’re bored With the werewolf on the rhythm and the vampire on the lead Music is the only thing these creatures really need We’re rocking through the witching hour, feeling so alive Underneath the pale moon where the shadows come to thrive