Garage Rock, angular distorted Rickenbacker bass riffGenre
Track Insight / Lyrics
Neon flickers pink on rain-slick glass
Regulars wear masks instead of faces
Martha's vampire teeth click on her cup
I flip black cats on rye with butter grace
Midnight masquerade in velvet gloom
Pumpkin pie lies cooling on the tomb
Bone-white napkins folded sharp as scythes
We serve the dead their eggs and applesauce
Frank the werewolf tips his hat at three
Claws click soft on Formica tabletop
Orders rare steak, blood on porcelain plate
I wink and slide the check across the top
Candle flames dance on grease-stained menus
Witches stir their tea with silver spoons
No broomsticks parked outside the kitchen door
Just hearses double-parked beneath the moon
Midnight masquerade in velvet gloom
Pumpkin pie lies cooling on the tomb
Bone-white napkins folded sharp as scythes
We serve the dead their eggs and applesauce
Clock strikes twelve, the grill goes cold and quiet
Even monsters need a moment's peace
Steam rises slow from rancid coffee dregs
The night exhales, the rush will not cease
Dawn bleeds gray through cracked tile entrance
Masks come off with tips left on the table
I scrape the griddle clean of last night's spells
Another Halloween shift turns to fable
Midnight masquerade in velvet gloom
Pumpkin pie lies cooling on the tomb
Bone-white napkins folded sharp as scythes
We serve the dead their eggs and applesauce
Midnight masquerade — the grill stays lit
Midnight masquerade — we never quit
Coffee pot empty. Neon sighs. Home.