She's always asking why I like watching people die,
and why I get my kicks while others scream and cry.
And my friends think that I'm sick, or maybe uneducated.
And my family doesn't want to admit that they are related.
Now monsters and madmen who rape and mutilate
are perfect entertainment when I take her on a date.
You can shove your sparkly vampires and family comedies,
give me blood and beasts and boobs; them sacred triple Bs.
PreChorus
Don't ask me why,
cause I don't know.
Don't close your eyes;
enjoy the show.
Cause I'm a gorehound, hellbound, horror movie lover.
I like my voyeurism with a glass of red rum.
Cause I'm a gorehound, hellbound horror movie lover.
Good and evil are just colors on the spectrum.
One, two, three, four - nail her to the bedroom floor.
Five, six, seven, eight - rape and kill and mutilate.
verse 2
Now who could kill a child? Whoever slew Auntie Roo?
Someone's knocking at the door they're here to visit you.
Now baby don't look now, but I'm sure there's nothing out there,
but horror rises from the tomb and traps you in your nightmare.
Now girlfriend come with me to a land of make believe.
Or is it based on facts? It turns me on when I should grieve.
You say my head is fucked, with a dark and twisted heart.
Well I say that it's cathartic; just another form of art.
PreChorus
Don't ask me why,
cause I don't know.
Don't close your eyes;
enjoy the show.
Cause I'm a gorehound, hellbound, horror movie lover.
I like my voyeurism with a glass of red rum.
Cause I'm a gorehound, hellbound horror movie lover.
Good and evil are just colors on the spectrum.