I have worked about a million 18 hour days Living in an endless sleep deprived myopic haze By the time I get home you’re already fast asleep When you wake I’m like a dead body beneath a sheet But I just want to make enough bread To get to lay in bed And watch Dr. Who with you and the bunnies Is the world a vampire? I don’t know…. Spooky gets so grumpy every time I am away You give him my dirty socks to keep his ‘tude at bay By the time I get home you’re asleep and he’s awake Chewing on my shoes in fear that I want to escape But it’s really my fantasy Just you and me And the bunnies Everybody’s talking angst bout how to get their kicks I think that stuff’s just made up to sell leather jackets Every time I get home you’re already fast asleep Am I living in a nightmare or is this “the dream?” But it’s my fantasy For it to be you and me And the bunnies Is the world a vampire?