There are Brujahs in the world.
There are Ventrue.
There are Tremere and Catiff, and then
There are those that follow the god Set, but
I’ve never been one of them.
I’m a Giovanni,
And have been since the day I was born,
And the one thing they say about the Giovanni:
They’ll take your corpse, even if it isn’t warm.
You don’t have to be a six-footer.
You don’t have to have a great brain.
You don’t have to have any clothes on. You’re
A Giovanni the moment the Don came,
Because
Every corpse is sacred.
Every corpse is mine.
If a corpse is lacerated,
I think they look just fine.
Every corpse is sacred.
Every corpse is great.
If my sire steals mine,
I’ll be quite irate.
Let the Sabbat get theirs
From Camarilla whores.
All those sect followers
Are really just big bores.
Every corpse is wanted.
Every corpse is good.
Every corpse is needed
We’re recycling our food!
Brujah, Pander, Gangrel,
Spill theirs without a care,
But Caine loves those who don’t just
Do that anywhere.
Every corpse is sacred.
Every corpse is great.
If my sire steals mine,
I’ll be quite irate.
Every corpse is wanted.
Every corpse is good.
Every corpse is needed
We’re recycling our food!
Every corpse is useful.
Every corpse is fine.
Some say there’s a limit and
We’ve done crossed that line!
Let them all cremate theirs
and stick them in an urn.
There’s no way I’ll let my
Decaying lover burn!
Every corpse is wanted.
Every corpse is good.
Every corpse is needed
We’re recycling our food!
Every corpse is sacred.
Every corpse is great.
If my sire steals mine,
I’ll be quite iraaate!