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. And daddy was no dummy, Did outrageous things with the mummy, And orphaned the stiffs that he would drive, With no better death 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 little 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. Stuff out the light, Claim your right, To a world of darkness. Stuff out the light, Neon lights, Of a world of darkness. The soot you build will turn you 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, Really can't blame a girl for trying. Stuff out the light, Claim your right, To a world of darkness. Stuff out the light, Neon lights, Of a world of darkness. Stuff out the light, Claim your right, To a world of darkness. Stuff out the light, Neon lights, Of a world of darkness. Stuff out the light, Claim your right, To a world of darkness.