Dracula Screams of Tiger Style (Parts 1&2)

He wasn't much for public life
 He hadn't seen the strip in years
 On some forgotten slot machines
 His name and image still appears
 People's interest never seemed to wane
 Tabloids fueled the fire that was his fame
 He couldn't leave his home at night
 Without the headlines chasing him
 They gave him credit for the trends
 He couldn't be less interested
 Imprisoned by the legacy he'd built
 His love of life that bloomed would finally wilt
 A venom pace spun away the race
 (For the) next season's blackest capes
 His name inspired a slew of fashion praise
 A fresh demand for the filthy bland
 (And the) wings with impressive span
 Took the reigns and set the bar
 Where it would stay
 We think he was wrong about the moonbeams
 (You're making it up, you're making it up)
 He counted the leagues but not the farm teams
 (You're making it up, you're making it up)
 True to his word he made us older
 (You're making it up, you're making it up)
 (and) brought the hem lines up in Dover
 (You're making it up, you're making it up)
 You may not believe me, but I think you're in denial
 Dracula screams of Tiger Style
 He promised to fight to free the undead
 (You're making it up, you're making it up)
 And gave the Raider's cap its street cred
 (You're making it up, you're making it up)
 A practiced ear still may surrender
 (You're making it up, you're making it up)
 He wrote a song you might remember
 (You're making it up, you're making it up)
 You may not believe me, but I think you're in denial
 Dracula screams of Tiger Style
 I'm tired of rumors starting
 I'm sick of being followed
 I'm tired of people lying
 Saying what they want about me
 Why can't they back up off me
 Why can't they let me live
 I'm gonna do things my way
 Take this for what it is, yeah
 I'm tired of rumors starting
 I'm sick of being followed
 I'm tired of people lying
 Saying what they want about me
 Why can't they back up off me
 Why can't they let me live
 I'm gonna do things my way
 Take this for what it is, yeah
 His cinema looks are long forgotten
 (You're making it up, you're making it up)
 And 40's films with Joseph Cotton
 (You're making it up, you're making it up)
 Disappointed his fans and painted targets
 (You're making it up, you're making it up)
 He found miracles in supermarkets
 (You're making it up, you're making it up)
 You may not believe me, but I think you're in denial
 Dracula screams of Tiger Style
 You may not believe me, but I think you're in denial
 Dracula screams of Tiger Style
 Sit, sit, sit right back in your seat
 (We're takin' advice from the count)
 Sit, sit, sit right back in your seat
 (We're takin' advice from the count)
 Sit, sit, sit right back in your seat
 (We're takin' advice from the count)
 Sit, sit, sit right back in your seat
 (We're takin' advice from the count)
 Sit, sit, sit right back in your seat
 (We're takin' advice from the count)
 You may not believe me, but I think you're in denial
 Dracula screams of Tiger Style
 Daft Punkish beats explain half empty seats
 Butterscotch on the sheets (sugar stained)
 The comfort it's crept through the cracks in cleft
 Till the fall's all that's left (sugar stained)
 Street lights may shine
 The steepest stairs he could climb
 Street lights may shine
 The steepest stairs he could climb
 Now the capes may retire to the flames we admire
 For the love King's inspire (sugar stained)
 Despite flames that burst through the bridge and the verse
 We don't count ourselves cursed (sugar stained)
 Street lights may shine
 The steepest stairs he could climb
 Street lights may shine
 The steepest stairs he could climb
 'Rock of Ages' played the band
 He never turned
 We understand
 A silent crowd at Randolph's Gates
 Mary Celeste with Beachwood waits
 A haunted castle's pay phone rings
 The distant voice of Bela sings
 We always thought you'd live forever
 But every scene it needs its center