| Come on along with the Black Rider
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| We’ll have a gay old time
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| Lay down in the web of the black spider
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| I’ll drink your blood like wine
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| So come on in
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| It ain’t no sin
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| Take off your skin
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| And dance around in your bones
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| So come on along with the Black Rider
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| We’ll have a gay old time
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| Anchors away with the Black Rider
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| I’ll drink your blood like wine
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| I’ll drop you off in Harlem with the Black Rider
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| Out where the bullets shine
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| And when you’re done
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| You cock your gun
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| The blood will run
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| Like ribbons through your hair
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| So come on along with the Black Rider
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| We’ll have a gay old time
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| Come on along with the Black Rider
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| I’ve got just the thing for thee
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| Come on along with the Black Rider
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| I want your company
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| I’ll have the veal
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| A lovely meal
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| That’s how I feel
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| May I use your skull for a bowl
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| Come on along with the Black Rider
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| We’ll have a gay old time |