| Song | Bloodfeast |
| Artist | The Misfits |
| Album | Earth A.D. / Die, Die My Darling |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| When they pull out her tongue | |
| Pull off her face, pluck out her eyes | |
| Well, the blood runs cold for | |
| When it drips from the mouth | |
| Be forewarned, be prepared | |
| For a grizzly bloodfeast | |
| And that blood's so real | |
| Because I just can't fake it | |
| And that blood's so real | |
| Because I just can't fake it | |
| When you think of severed heads | |
| Think of my face, think that you're alive | |
| Well, I guess I fooled you | |
| When you think of my face | |
| Think of your blood, think that you're dead | |
| 'Cause it's a grizzly bloodfeast | |
| I'm possessing your death | |
| Possessing your blood | |
| Possessing your head | |
| 'Cause it's a privileged bloodfeast | |
| I'm possessing your heart | |
| Possessing your tongue | |
| Possessing your blood | |
| 'Cause it just won't fake you | |
| And that blood's so real | |
| Because I just can't fake it | |
| And that blood's so real | |
| Because I just can't fake it | |
| And that blood, and that blood | |
| I'm possessing your death | |
| Possessing your blood | |
| Possessing your demise | |
| For a grizzly bloodfeast | |
| I'm possessing your heart | |
| Possessing your tongue | |
| Possessing your blood | |
| 'Cause it just won't fake you | |
| And that blood's so real | |
| Because I just can't fake it | |
| And that blood's so real | |
| Because I just can't fake it | |
| And that blood, and that blood |
| When they pull out her tongue | |
| Pull off her face, pluck out her eyes | |
| Well, the blood runs cold for | |
| When it drips from the mouth | |
| Be forewarned, be prepared | |
| For a grizzly bloodfeast | |
| And that blood' s so real | |
| Because I just can' t fake it | |
| And that blood' s so real | |
| Because I just can' t fake it | |
| When you think of severed heads | |
| Think of my face, think that you' re alive | |
| Well, I guess I fooled you | |
| When you think of my face | |
| Think of your blood, think that you' re dead | |
| ' Cause it' s a grizzly bloodfeast | |
| I' m possessing your death | |
| Possessing your blood | |
| Possessing your head | |
| ' Cause it' s a privileged bloodfeast | |
| I' m possessing your heart | |
| Possessing your tongue | |
| Possessing your blood | |
| ' Cause it just won' t fake you | |
| And that blood' s so real | |
| Because I just can' t fake it | |
| And that blood' s so real | |
| Because I just can' t fake it | |
| And that blood, and that blood | |
| I' m possessing your death | |
| Possessing your blood | |
| Possessing your demise | |
| For a grizzly bloodfeast | |
| I' m possessing your heart | |
| Possessing your tongue | |
| Possessing your blood | |
| ' Cause it just won' t fake you | |
| And that blood' s so real | |
| Because I just can' t fake it | |
| And that blood' s so real | |
| Because I just can' t fake it | |
| And that blood, and that blood |
| When they pull out her tongue | |
| Pull off her face, pluck out her eyes | |
| Well, the blood runs cold for | |
| When it drips from the mouth | |
| Be forewarned, be prepared | |
| For a grizzly bloodfeast | |
| And that blood' s so real | |
| Because I just can' t fake it | |
| And that blood' s so real | |
| Because I just can' t fake it | |
| When you think of severed heads | |
| Think of my face, think that you' re alive | |
| Well, I guess I fooled you | |
| When you think of my face | |
| Think of your blood, think that you' re dead | |
| ' Cause it' s a grizzly bloodfeast | |
| I' m possessing your death | |
| Possessing your blood | |
| Possessing your head | |
| ' Cause it' s a privileged bloodfeast | |
| I' m possessing your heart | |
| Possessing your tongue | |
| Possessing your blood | |
| ' Cause it just won' t fake you | |
| And that blood' s so real | |
| Because I just can' t fake it | |
| And that blood' s so real | |
| Because I just can' t fake it | |
| And that blood, and that blood | |
| I' m possessing your death | |
| Possessing your blood | |
| Possessing your demise | |
| For a grizzly bloodfeast | |
| I' m possessing your heart | |
| Possessing your tongue | |
| Possessing your blood | |
| ' Cause it just won' t fake you | |
| And that blood' s so real | |
| Because I just can' t fake it | |
| And that blood' s so real | |
| Because I just can' t fake it | |
| And that blood, and that blood |