"Graffiti is one of the few tools you have if you have almost nothing. And even if you don't come up with a picture to cure world poverty, you can make someone smile while they're having a piss."
(Any similarity to actual events, persons living, dead, (or undead) is purely NOT coincidental...)
Darkness falls across the land The midnight hours is close at hand Creatures crawl in search of blood To terrorize y'alls neighborhood And whosoever shall be found Without the soul for getting down Must stand and face the hounds of hell And rot inside a corpse's shell The foulest stench is in the air The funk of forty thousand years And grizzly ghouls from every tomb Are closing in the seal your doom And though you fight to stay alive Your body starts to shiver For no mere mortal can resist THE EVIL OF THE THRILLER!