New Blood

In this town, we don’t like strangers;
Odd fellows who stick their noses in places they shouldn’t.
Ain't nothing wrong with keeping secrets,
After all we all have closets for bodies;
Graves to hide our gold in.
No need to peek between our blinds
In the daytime,
Asking why our skin is so pale.
Don’t worry about our brimming nightlife;
Bars pouring red in our cups, the copper tang lingering on our tongues.
Too many questions attract the wrong crowd,
We can't have that.
Why don’t you come over, let us have a bite,
And you can become one of us.