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Funeral Flowers
03:23
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Funeral flowers on my grave
Funeral flowers, immaculate bouquet
Watch them wither and decay
It was a touching gesture anyway
It makes me glad that I am dead
Funeral flowers on the funeral pyre
Dress me in the finest attire
Black smoke rises to the sky
Black smoke rises, I never felt more alive
It makes me glad that I am dead
And the funeral pyre burns on and on
And the funeral flowers wither in the sun
It makes me glad that I am dead
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2. |
Night Of The Living Dead
03:09
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Hey! look to the left
Hey! look to the right
Hey! don´t miss the sky
look to the underground...
Night of the living dead
Don't be afraid of the man in bed
Those things, from the cemetery
Black and white chocolate that you bleed
Hey! hold your breath,
Hey! avoid the heart attack,
Hey! Fifty years have passed
for fifty thousand bucks
Night of the living dead
Don't be afraid of the man in bed
Those things, from the cemetery
Black and white chocolate that you bleed
Hey! Don't be afraid
Hey! Don't be afraid
Night of the living dead
Don't be afraid of the man in bed
Those things, from the cemetery
Black and white chocolate that you bleed
Upstairs, there in the house
Lies a man with ping pong eyes
Those things, from the cemetery
Bring baked ham and bloody chocolate
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Lockdown
04:48
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The city is a cage and we're trapped like rats
Smashing up the streetlights with a baseball bat
The cabin fever's reaching boiling point
Grab your knives and pitchforks and we'll wreck this joint
They closed down all the bars & the drinking holes
So we keep all the violence hidden behind closed doors
We build fluorescent towers and work nine to five
We're getting used to coffins while we're still alive
In the city, there's no hope
You live so fast but it kills you slow
In the city, you can't hear a sound
Everything thing is under lockdown
(In the city)
The city is a prison and it's dog eat dog
We fight to keep our heads above the rising smog
We mortgaged off our souls one dollar at a time
At least we got some pretty pictures we can post online
So lock up your daughters and fortify your house
Arm the police and surrender all your rights
We keep all the violence behind closed doors
When no one is looking we're just thugs and whores
In the city, there's no hope
You live so fast but it kills you slow
In the city, you can't hear a sound
Everything thing is under lockdown
(In the city)
In the city, you can't get out
In the city, you can raise your hands and shout
In the city, you can bitch & moan
But you'll never leave this is your home
In the city, everything is under lockdown
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Dance Til We Die
02:31
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Dance til you're dizzy and fall on the floor
If you got strength to get up then dance some more
The pills and powders keep us energized
Remove all inhibitions gonna dance til we die
Dance dance dance dance
Dance til we die
Dance til you vomit just like Regan
Spin your head in a circle like you're
possessed by Satan
It's the dance of Saint Vitus, it's the danse macabre
Dance away all sorrow gotta dance til we die
Dance dance dance dance
Dance til we die
Dance til our mothers cry and beg us to stop
Dance like a madman until we drop
Dance like puppets on a string
Dance til we can't feel anything
Dance dance dance dance
Dance til we die
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Papa Legba
05:20
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When you lost hope
End of your rope
And your whole life is a wreck
Take a walk down
To the strange town
Past the wrong side of the tracks
By the swamp land
Lives an old man
Who speaks the ancient lore
If you listen
Pay admission
He'll show you what you're looking for
Just call Papa Legba
Your local voodoo vendor
Just summon Papa Legba
Your black magic saviour
At the crossroads
Where the wind blows
Say the cryptic incantation
Before your eyes
He will arise
And exceed your expectations
If you're desperate
Well that's perfect
To make a crooked deal
Joy and laughter
That your after
He'll promise he can make it real
Just call Papa Legba
Your local voodoo vendor
Just summon Papa Legba
Your black magic saviour
Now you're crawling
On the floor and
Begging like a dog
You're addicted
To the trinkets
Potions, charms and voodoo dolls
All you need is
Just one more fix
Just one tiny little spell
You're regretting
The day you met him
And damned your soul to hell
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