When a woman acquires a certain age, And the men who adored you no longer swoon, It pays to avoid the sunlit days, And live by the light of the kindly moon. But the moon grows old, just like us all, And her beautiful years are done, So now she prays through endless days, To take her revenge on the sun. When I was a girl at my daddy's side, Papa, the royal mortician, Revealed to me in secret signs, The mark of a magician. Daddy was no dummy, Did outrageous things with the mummy, And orphaned the stiffs that he would drive, But looked better dead than they did alive. I studied well, I learnt the trade, I thought my looks would never fade. If I could find that recipe, To give eternal youth to me, It was always my ambition, To use Papa's tuition, And gain some small remission, From the vagaries of time. Every ray of sunshine, Brought me up my youth, Who to blame, who to warn, who to curse, You know the only one to blame Would be my enemy, the sun. Stop out the light, Claim your right, To a world of darkness. Stop out the light, Neon lights, Stop out the light, To a world of darkness. Soon you'll be turning on, Every wrinkle soon be gone, I could squeeze myself with glee, The promises you made to me. I've really stopped at nothing, Murder, treachery and lying, Whatever it takes to keep my looks, You really can't blame a girl for trying. Stop out the light, Claim your right, To a world of darkness. Stop out the light, Neon lights, Stop out the light, To a world of darkness. Stop out the light, Claim your right, To a world of darkness. Stop out the light, Here tonight. Now the rich and wealthy travel darkness, Trialling circles through the night, Pictures of me calling madness, No more squinting in the night, That's an owls and horsey, Dragons, crocodiles and Aryan beasts, Whirling in the flowing darkness, Join us in the coming feast. Spectre, infant apparition, Spirit, demon, phantom, shade, Salamander, serpent, Dark face, devil's dance, And watch the dying sunlight fade.