Mistress of the Dark

by Ghoultown

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Special edition EP featuring the official theme song of ELVIRA, Mistress of the Dark, as performed by Ghoultown. Contains new songs and remixes. The original hardcopy package contained a DVD with the music video, and an audio CD. Limited to 2000 copies. But now, you can grab it by download!

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released October 23, 2009

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Ghoultown Dallas, Texas

For more than 15 years, Ghoultown has delivered their unique brand of spaghetti-western infused rock across the musical badlands. Described as an “uncharted crossroads between Johnny Cash and Rob Zombie,” the Texas-based band defies conventional classification with a list of catchy, horror-influenced songs and a distinctive, dark western image to match. ... more

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Track Name: Mistress of the Dark
Mistress of the Dark

elvira
elvira
mistress of the dark

raven hair and red lips
subtle wicked smile
the way you lay across that velvet
I really love your style

elvira
elvira
mistress of the dark

your legs go on forever
electrifying thrill
what I wouldn't give for one night
to climb those haunted hills

you're givin' me the chills
your black dress is drivin' me wild

elvira
elvira
mistress of the dark

elvira
elvira

you'll always be my mistress
the queen of halloween
haunting every midnight
on my tv screen

and if I die tomorrow
or a zombie eats my brain
I'd raise myself up from the dead
just to sing your name

you're givin' me the chills
your black dress is drivin' me wild

elvira
elvira
mistress of the dark

elvira
elvira
mistress of the dark
you're the mistress of the dark

elvira
elvira
Track Name: Return of the Living Dead
Return of the Living Dead

when there's no more room down there in hell anymore
old man lucifer's gonna laugh and slam the door
leavin us to walk the earth when we die
make this place a living hell for those left alive

it don't make no difference either way
what do you think we're gonna save
it don't take no death to end your life
when you're born into the grave

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return of the living dead

I stalk the dark and narrow path and that's for sure
between the legs of someone's ill-begotten whore
singin all my songs on this broken guitar
funeral procession from bar-room to bar

it don't make no difference either way
what do you think we're gonna save
it don't take no death to end your life
when you're born into the grave

chorus

it don't make no difference either way
what do you think we're gonna save
it don't take no death to end your life
when you're born into the grave

chorus
Track Name: My Halloween
My Halloween

woke up this morning with a fever
left her lyin’ on the floor, it’s time to leave her
walked out of the door and cursed the sun
can’t wait for the night 10-31

chorus:
this is my halloween
day of the dead
night forever

walked down to the corner liquor store
don’t know what I’m really lookin’ for
wolves blood pumpin’ in my veins
I might be human now, but that can change

chorus

it whispers in my ear so soft and low
it speaks to the dark inside my soul
telling me to keep goin’ on
don’t listen to the fools that call me wrong

chorus
Track Name: Drink With the Living Dead
Drink With the Living Dead

I was sittin in The Thirsty Devil
one sheet hung to the wind
when the bat wings doors creaked open
and a stranger sauntered in
he moved his head from side to side
and glared with a sunken eye
I heard the spin of a rusty spur
as he shook off the dreary night

he lowered his hat, checked his gun
and headed toward the bar
walked on up beside me
I knew he’d traveled far
in a voice as thick as mud
he looked to the ‘keep and said…
“one shot of whiskey for myself
and one for my new friend”

the patrons whispered hushed and low
they seemed to be afraid
as if a ghost had stood right up
and walked out of its grave
his face was shallow and dirty
his skin like leather hide
sure he spoke like any man
but something wasn’t right

so I twisted on my stool
turned to him and said
“thank you sir, but just the same,
I’m chasin worms instead”
he growled and shoved the drink my way
his eyes cold as death
“I pick the drinks, you knock ‘em back
else draw against my hand”

chorus:
when it’s six to midnight
and the boney hand of death is nigh
you better drink your drink and shut your mouth
if you draw against his hand, you can never win
go ahead… drink with the living dead

“who the hell do you think you are?”
my patience growin thin
but swallow hard, I had to do,
when the story he began
his lips curled back and words came forth
starting up the tale
and every face inside that bar
turned a shade of pale

“my name is Stanton Cree
and I died three years before
I shot a man to steal his drink
at least that’s what they hung me for
now I’m cursed to walk the earth
and challenge every night
a man to match me drink for drink
or by the bullet die”

“now wait a minute, mister,
no one makes me a fool”
I pushed the shot of whiskey
back on over towards the ghoul
“I love a drink like any man
but that’s a losin game
to drink or draw against the dead
would only be insane”

Stanton Cree tipped his hat
and laughed a wicked laugh
“you see, the lord cursed my soul
for killin that poor man
there ain’t no choice so you must try
to match me shot for shot
if you win, then you’ll go free
and I can finally rot”

the barhop nodded slowly
and I knew that I was screwed
if I chose to duel the dead
then I would surely lose
so I took the glass
and threw the shot into my throat
I would match him drink for drink
no matter if I choked

whiskey, tequila, vodka, rum or gin
ain’t no man that I can’t beat
be him live or dead
so into the morning
I matched him ounce for ounce
til Stanton Cree fell over
and a winner was announced

now he rests in his pine box
and I still walk the streets
but I don’t forget the night
when death had chosen me
there ain’t no fancy moral
to go with this I fear
unless you aim to kill a man
and drink down his last beer!

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