Friday night
The drive-in doubles up the fright.
The ghouls attack upon the silver light.
Back seat
The hearse windows are hazed with heat.
Just for tonite, we're gonna starve the light
A little longer.
Just a little longer.
I'm a torn up
Graveyard greaser groping on you.
But dont you know girl
I love you so?
People freak
But baby, don't you even speak.
Don't explain, only call my name
A little longer.
Just a little longer.
We walk the streets at night
We go where eagles dare
They pick up every movement
They pick up every loser
With jaded eyes and features
You think they really care
I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch
You better think about it baby
I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch
You better think about it baby, babe
Oh, oh, oh!
I know it's cold.
I know it's late.
We should be sleeping in our graves
But let's stay and starve the light
A little while - longer.
We're dead as Death upon the screen
But Death can't even match our gleam.
Baby, won't you call that evil name of mine
A little longer.
Just a little longer.
Starlite Decay (Starlite Decay)
(Just a little longer)
Starlite Decay (Starlite Decay)
(Just a little longer)
Starlite Decay (Starlite Decay)
(I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch)