[by Bauhaus]

White on white
translucent black capes
back on the rack
Bela Lugosi's dead
The bats have left the bell tower,
the victims have been bled,
red velvet lines the black box

Bela Lugosi's dead
Undead Undead Undead

The virginal brides
file past his tomb,
strewn with time's dead flowers,
bereft in deathly bloom,
alone in a darkened room
the count

Bela Lugosi's dead
Undead Undead Undead

Oh Bela, Bela's undead