| Well I’m not a vampire |
| But I feel like one |
| Sometimes I sleep all day |
| Because I hate the sun |
| Light |
| My hands are always shaking |
| Body’s always aching |
| And the dark is when I feed |
| Well I can lure any woman that I want to in my bed with me |
| And whiskey seems to be my holy water |
| Mothers, better lock your doors and hide your daughters |
| I’m insane |
| Well, I can feel it in my bones |
| Coursing through my veins |
| When did I become so cold? |
| For goodness sakes |
| Where is my self-control? |
| If home is where my heart is |
| Then my heart has lost all hope |
| Well I’m not a zombie |
| But I feel like one, today |
| Self-induced comatose, chemical daze |
| My head is always spinning |
| From this dizzy blurry vision |
| And my stomach has had enough |
| I feel like a lady |
| That is pregnant with a baby |
| 'Cause I’m always throwing up |
| (Blew!) |
| Hi, my name is Ronnie |
| I’m an addict |
| (Hi, Ronnie!) |
| Daddy should’ve never raised me on Black Sabbath! |
| I’m insane |
| Well, I can feel it in my bones |
| Coursing through my veins |
| When did I become so cold? |
| For goodness sakes |
| Where is my self control? |
| If home is where my heart is |
| Then my heart has lost all hope |
| God bless all of you now |
| 'Cause I’m going straight to Hell |
| And I’m taking you down with me |
| 'Cause you know damn well |
| I’m insane |
| Well, I can feel it in my bones |
| Coursing through my veins |
| When did I become so cold? |
| I’m insane |
| Well, I can feel it in my bones |
| Coursing through my veins |
| When did I become so cold? |
| For goodness sakes |
| Where is my self control? |
| If home is where my heart is |
| Then my heart has lost all hope |
| All hope |
| All hope |