Well I'm as sharp as a coroners needle
Inside I'm cold as a marble eye
Skin is harsh as a rusted razor
A nightmare living in your mind
Out of a page full of murderous stories
My skull is filled up with terrible crimes
A dream of violent repetition
A Nosferatu for your Lord Of The Flies
You can't stop walking deads, it's true!
Bad Voodoo's livin' deja-vu!
I guess it's my time.
I've buried more than the man in the graveyard
A grim priest at a funeral pyre
So if I end up six deep in the desert
I guess I'll see you in the afterlife
So I'm headed south
To the Devil's door
I wanna turn the whole world around
How it was before
Triple sixes burn
Marking out my path
Into the secret
That's gonna cure my past
You can't stop walking deads, it's true!
Bad Voodoo's livin' deja-vu!
Ehy, Ehy!
How does it feel with your name on a tombstone?
Like your surrounded by the living dead
Some kind of curse of hanging over your shoulder
I'll haunt you like a spectre of regret
The bells are ringing for the end of the line now
Feels like I'm rolling right down the Styx
But I don't care I can kill anything
With a Gun and a Knife and a Crucifix.
You can't stop walking deads, it's true!
Bad Voodoo's livin' deja-vu!
Ehy, Ehy!
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