Zombie Boy

Two roosters

I slew and with all of my might

I prayed hard for you in

Haiti at night

Your skin has turned blue and your hair has turned white

Must be the voodoo of this

Haitian moonlight

We can't take day trips but oh, those moonlight strolls

Dressed up in silk slips, high heels and mink stoles

You swivel your hips as

I work the controls

No blood ever drips when

I widen your holes

Zombie boy,

Zombie boy

Zombie boy,

Zombie boy

You seem to have died of some form of the pox

They left you inside, your tiny black box

I heard when you cried and

I answered your knocks

Let's make you a bride with another two cocks

You look pretty good for so long in the ground

You smell like a sewer but you don't make a sound

I feed you ordure to keep

Poopsie spellbound

I like to be sure you'll be sticking around

Zombie boy,

Zombie boy

Zombie boy,

Zombie boy

Zombie boy,

Zombie boy

Zombie boy,

Zombie boy