Bloody Holly and the Ricketz - Taste of Blood

Once upon the ancient times the reaper was a jerk
It used a tiny entity to do his dirty work
It spread in a special way and there was no defence
Drinking the wrong person’s blood was a hell sure death sentence

But the 90’s are long gone and the science found the cure
That microscopic fucker ain’t no lethal anymore
You can play Countess Bathory without givin’ any shit
’Cause HIV is obsolete and cancer is the hit

So don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid
Don’t be afraid of the taste of blood
Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid
Don’t be afraid of the taste

Have a glass of Magic Johnson’s Port from ‘91
Drinking Andy Bell’s finest is also utter fun
The Tiger Blood of Charlie Sheen gives you self-confidence
Enjoy it’s heady effects and get ready for the dance

So don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid
Don’t be afraid of the taste of blood
Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid
Don’t be afraid of the taste

Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid
Don’t be afraid of the taste of blood
Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid
Don’t be afraid of the taste

Don’t be afraid (Come on, you pussies!), don’t be afraid
(Louder!) Don’t be afraid of the taste of blood
(Louder!) Don’t be afraid (Let’s get happy!), don’t be afraid
(You fuckin’ suck!) Don’t be afraid of the taste
Of blood