The Vampire Upstairs

The guy upstairs is strange 

He's got to be insane

He's always out at dusk 

He can't be one of us.

He's back by half past four

Then i hear him bolt his door

From then on he will sleep

As i never hear a peep.

The guy is so damn weird

Bloodstains have appeared

The drips splash on my ledge

I've seen the shades of red.

I'm caught up in confusion

But iv'e come to the conclusion

The guy upstairs does love

The taste of human blood.

He hasn't used his door

Since 1994

Just going out at night

He's a vampire all right.