Type O Negative "Black No. 1" testo

Black No. 1

I went looking for troubleAnd boyI found her...

She's in love with herself.She likes the darkOn her milk white neck.The Devil's mark.

It's all Hallows Eve.The moon is full.Will she trick or treat?I bet she will.

She will.

Happy Halloween.

She's got a date at midnightWith Nosferatu.Oh baby, Lilly Munster.Ain't got nothing on you.

Well when I called her evilShe just laughed.And cast that spell on me.Boo Bitch Craft.

Yeah you wanna go out'cause it's raining and blowing.You can't go out'cause your roots are showing.

Dye 'em black.Dye 'em black.

Black black black black No. 1Black black black black No. 1.

Little wolf skin bootsAnd clove cigarettes.An erotic funeralFor witch she's dressed.

Her perfume smells likeBurning leaves.Everyday is Halloween.

Yeah you wanna go out'cause it's raining and blowing.You can't go out'cause your roots are showing.

Dye 'em black.Dye 'em black.

Black black black black No. 1She dyes'em blackBlack black black black No. 1Black No. 1.

Loving youLoving you,Love loving youWas like loving the dead.

Loving youLoving you,Love loving youWas like loving the dead.

Loving youWas like loving the dead,Loving youWas like loving the dead.

Loving youWas like loving the dead,Was like loving the deadWas like loving the dead.

Was like loving the deadWas like loving the dead.

Loving youLoving you,Love loving youWas like loving the dead.

Was like fucking the dead.

Loving youWas like loving the dead,Loving youWas like loving the dead.

LovingWasWas

Loving youLoving youLoving you,Loving youLoving youLoving youWas like loving the dead.

Was like loving the deadWas like loving the dead.

Black black black black No. 1She dyes'emBlack black black black No. 1Black No. 1.

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Nero Numero 1

Lei ama se stessa, ama l'oscuritàE sul suo collo bianco latte, il marchio del DiavoloOra è Halloween, c'è luna pienaOh, giocherà a dolcetto o scherzetto, scommetto che lo farà

Ha un appuntamento a mezzanotte con NosferatuOh piccola Lily Munster, non ho niente contro di teQuando la chiamo "cattiva", lei ride semplicementeLancia su di me quel sortilegio, booh un lavoro da puttana

Sì, tu vuoi uscirePerché sta piovendo e il vento sta soffiandoNon puoi uscire perché le tue radici si stanno mostrandoTingile di nero, oh tingile di nero

Nero nero nero nero numero 1Lo tinge di nero nero nero nero numero 1

Amarti, amarti, amarti, amartiEra come amare la morte, era come amare la morte

Amarti era come amare la morteAmarti era come amare la morteAmarti era come amare la morte

Era come amare la morteEra come amare la morteEra come amare la morteEra come amare la morte

Nero nero nero nero numero 1Lo tinge di nero nero nero nero numero 1

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