Quincy Video (MV)

Jonathan
Abraham?
You know we must do a terrible thing tonight, correct?
Yes, I do

Buddy Rich drum strokes
Making all the haters choke
Big band arrangement creating an engagement
Tapping toe cocktail party
Frank Sinatra's already starting
Cat's singing to the moon
Rat's smoking, consuming booze
Now the chase is on

Old meets new through progressive avenues
Illuminate the black and white with hues full of color for every brother
Sisters keep away, there's sinister misters lurking
Vampiric Draculas sneaking up from the back of ya
Attack ya with smooth words, rich rings, want one thing
Stuck you dry till the life inside you cries
Enslaves you

Imprisoned now behind Transylvania castle lies
Iron bar fortress built up around your supple mind
Truth frees you but feels like wooden stakes pounding
Hammer falls sounding, cracks form aroundin' the light spills into your chest
Pierce you till you know what's best, what's true
How to find you a Van Helsing doctor
Hard to swallow garlic cloves shut them up
Everybody knows that power in darkness can't spark wits
Lighting up these torches
Let's run these demons out!

Has anybody gotten a hold of Lucy?
She wasn't with Molly, Jane or Mary
Is there anyone else left that's caring
Anyone at all that can stop staring?

Jonathan, where the hell you been?
Out partying with the Count again?
What's wrong with you, did you hit your head?
Come on, you aren't making any sense

What you're saying is that the count is actually dead, he ripped off poor Lucy's head
And that Mina is next?
Come on, how many have you had?
Think everyone is being gripped by death like they're on Ice
When really the problem here is mice
The Spanish flu is coming through and
The only one you ever think about is you
Hey, is that the Count?
If it is, I'm going to go get this shit sorted out

Hey you, Mister Count
Have you seen Lucy?

Jonathon, you must be stalwart and true for if you find yourself lacking and flee
I'll certainly be killed

Yes, Mina needs us
Then to Transylvania

New coal train station
Bells clang, stomach undulation
Quilted seats and stain marks
Button jackets 'round poison hearts
Engines fire pulling off
Yes, I'll have the stroganoff
Peer outside to look ahead
Batwing thoughts fly through my head
Wolves running alongside the track
Creeping shadows coming from the back
Now's time that I'm to go
Next upstage stagecoach
Pass a man with a blazing roach
Misty demons fast line approach
Close my eyes to clear my head
Lay back down inside my bed
Grasp out for an Iron Rod
Gripped it firm, my stakes are shod

Now, hunt him down
Hunt him down until he's found

Broken blinders pulled closed
Shrieking shades run from the post
Steak knives, plucked out eyes, mothers cry, child dies
The hunt is on to Dracula's castle
Break down the door, storm inside
Blood pressure paranoia, pulses blind
The Count's not here and he can't be found
We looked upstairs he's not around
Catacombs are empty

Now, hunt him down
Hunt him down until he's found
Above land, running now
Run him down into the ground
Now, hunt him down
Hunt the count till he's found
Above land, drive him back
Down

Tonight's nightmares seem unending
Breadcrumbs left are sending
Our trio on to London, to stem an ending
Hunt him down, hunt down the Count
Hunt him down until he's found
Above land? Na, underground
Harker hints as pulses pound
One by one our marks compound, gaining ground
Going smooth, till the park
Found Quincey torn apart
Left for dead without a beating heart
Shrieking screams were his final words
American true to his final verse

Now, hunt him down
Hunt him down until he's found
Found the Count underground
Last hiding hole left in town
Now, hunt him down
Hunt the Count until he's found
Wooden stakes, hammer pound
Count, Down

Shrieking screams were his final words
American true to his final words