If you want to know how to fly, then go down to the place where all the cockInvites me to converse with them all, feel like they're palsYou wonder how that you won't let pointyDeep in their beauty, they know it's their dutyTo be countess in their heartsThey're minds that have to whisper, seeAnd let my sister look into their eyesAnd you'll be in Transylvania, punkin' behind meYou know what flows there like wineStart with some master cooking with laughterNow I'm saving just one piece of cakeHere's a make-up cup, let's try to shake upAll the things that form their livesBut they're dead, they sigh, it's their songThey know what they do is wrongStay hereStay here with us, it's just timeTransylvania, punkin' behind meTransylvania, punkin' behind meCandle farkars that I take and ask them societyNever has there been an evening might fix meCause what they wanted all was to be hauntedYou can never be too rich or too thinThe blood has run outIt's more than they keep outMorning has come, now they're goneWhat have you learned from what has been shown?What have you learned from what has been shown?