Lyrics

Sitting in the tavern,
As the people come and go,
Here’s a couple, in a scurry
There’s a guy who’s moving slow

Everyine has got a worry
Everyone has got a care


Sitting in the tavern,
as the people come and go
Some are there for visitation
Some are fast and some are slow

See, I’ve got this simple method
Look for struggles and you’ll find
There are many who are present
But are absent in their mind

Their thoughts are drawn to worries
You can see it in their stare
For those poor lost souls, I greet them
With a penetrating stare

I ask them for their cares
And they often start to share
All their worries to me there
And I catch them unaware

(Thunderous Chorus)
He’s a scamp and a vamp
and he always sets up camp
When the sun leaves the horizon
And the evening starts to ramp

Never pass, raise a glass!
He is smooth and never crass
But the demon, he is schemin’
That’s the lesson of the class!

Here’s a man whose wife just left
With broken heart and sould bereft
There’s a guy whose love departed
Leaving him all broken hearted

Long before I find the vein
I prod and poke to find their pain
And once it’s laid out for me plain
That’s when I know I’ve won the game

(Thunderous Chorus)
He’s a scamp and a vamp
and he always sets up camp
When the sun leaves the horizon
And the evening starts to ramp

Never pass, raise a glass!
He is smooth and never crass
But the demon, he is schemin’
That’s the lesson of the class!

Bridge:
Little Bobby Brittle
Was just sitting there alone
He Checked in for the night,
But he’ll never make it home
As soon as I gaze into his eyes
And I seduce him with my lies
In the night he ends his trek
as my teeth sink in his neck

(Outro)

You see he thought he found a friend
To be there through the bitter end
’ll ease his pain, I’ll play the part,
Then slowly feast upon his heart.
When the night is dark and still,
 I’ll take my thrill, his blood will spill
Soon enough I’ll have my fill
The end is now, it’s time to kill!