Black lines, the little black lines,
Always the black lines everywhere you go:
I'll die with the black lines picking my bones,
In North Ontar-i-o-i-o,
In North Ontar-i-o.

The Logdriver's Waltz
Doug Heath

If you ask any ghoul from the domain around,
What pleases her most from her head to her toes,
She'll say "I'm not sure, that it's business of yours,
But I do like to drink from my Ventrue."

For he goes drinking down, and down the blue blooders,
That's where the Ventrue, he learned to bite lightly,
Drinking down, and down, and down the blue blooders,
The Ventrue his blood pleases ghouls completely.

When the day's nearly over I like to go down,
And wait for my regnant to open his casket,
I know that come evening he'll need a quick snack,
And then we shall go to Elysium.

(Chorus)

To please my regnant, I've had to give way,
And dance with the Tremere and then a Malkavian,
Their manners are fine, but they seem quite insane,
And none can compare to my Ventrue.

(Chorus)

I've taken my chances and met all the clans,
But none can compare with the clan of the sceptre,
When next the day's over, I'll ask him again,
I want the embrace of my Ventrue.

(Chorus)

The Cat Came Back
Allison

There was a Prince had troubles of his own.
He had a Sabbat pack that felt that it could roam.
He tried and he tried to make them go away.
He staked and left them to meet the coming day.

But, Sabbat came back the very next game.
Sabbat came back - thought he'd finally won it.
But Sabbat came back they just wouldn't stay away.

The Sherrif he swore he'd kill them all on sight.
Loaded up his shotgun with nails and dynamite,
Waited and he waited for them to come around,
Ninety-seven pieces of the man is all they ever found.

But, Sabbat came back the very next game.
Sabbat came back - thought he'd finally won it.
But Sabbat came back they just wouldn't stay away.