Two roosters I slew, and with all of my heart
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 we will have are strolls
Dressed up in silk slips, our ears and mink stoles
You swerve on your hips as I work the controls
No blood and no drips while I rot in your roles

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 odor make you oopsy, spellbound
I like to be sure you're be sticking around

Zombie boy
Zombie boy

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