| Song | Angels And Darlas |
| Artist | Say Hi To Your Mom |
| Album | Impeccable Blahs |
| It must have been in September | |
| When, swiftly, we leapt from buildings, | |
| Waiting for the perfect kill. | |
| And your eyes got crimson when you got closer. | |
| And you might be the nicest thing I've ever seen. | |
| (I've ever seen, I've ever seen.) | |
| We're the Angels and the Darlas, | |
| And in time we'll be syndicated too. | |
| But for now, | |
| There's not a door that you can close and we, | |
| We can't creep through. | |
| And you might be the nicest thing I've ever seen. | |
| (I've ever seen, I've ever seen.) |