Тексты песен The Gothic Archies

It gets dark around here early Because of all the crows What they want, and where they came from No one really knows Crows are sour and surly With reason, I suppose There are crows, crows, crows in th

The Count has an eye on his ankle And lives in a horrible place He wants all your money, he's never at all funny He wants to remove your face And you might be thinking what a romp this is But wait 'ti

Regal and royal, we walk down the street A spring in our feet, whistling a tune Hey there, little moon, how's Mr. Sun? I meet everyone, walking my gargoyle Loving and loyal, he's my best friend Folks