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Two roosters |
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I slew and with all of my might |
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I prayed hard for you in |
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Haiti at night |
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Your skin has turned blue and your hair has turned white |
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Must be the voodoo of this |
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Haitian moonlight |
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We can't take day trips but oh, those moonlight strolls |
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Dressed up in silk slips, high heels and mink stoles |
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You swivel your hips as |
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I work the controls |
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No blood ever drips when |
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I widen your holes |
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Zombie boy, |
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Zombie boy |
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Zombie boy, |
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Zombie boy |
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You seem to have died of some form of the pox |
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They left you inside, your tiny black box |
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I heard when you cried and |
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I answered your knocks |
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Let's make you a bride with another two cocks |
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You look pretty good for so long in the ground |
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You smell like a sewer but you don't make a sound |
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I feed you ordure to keep |
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Poopsie spellbound |
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I like to be sure you'll be sticking around |
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Zombie boy, |
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Zombie boy |
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Zombie boy, |
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Zombie boy |
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Zombie boy, |
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Zombie boy |
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Zombie boy, |
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Zombie boy |
