Now I ride with the mocking and friendly ghouls on the night-wind, and play by day amongst the catacombs
I know that light is not for me, save that of the moon over the rock
I know always that I am an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)