I may have gone to college ten years after this song came out, but hearing it has always reminded me of my college time. I wasn't a goth. I listened to a lot of Sisters of Mercy and Joy Division, sure, but I never dyed my hair black or painted my nails. I did, and do, wear a lot of black, but that's really because it's so slimming. And also because I am dead inside. Anyway, here's your Friday flashback.
White on white translucent black capes Back on the rack Bela Lugosi's dead The bats have left the bell tower The victims have been bled Red velvet lines the black box Bela Lugosi's dead Undead undead undead The virginal brides file past his tomb Strewn with time's dead flowers Bereft in deathly bloom Alone in a darkened room The count Bela Logosi's dead Undead undead undead
