| Wake one day, get out of bed
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| Drop your Choc Dip as you look outside
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| There’s a glowing pyramid on the edge of town
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| It’s presence there comes as a surprise
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| Bony hands that claw and scrab, dessicated devils from the past
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| Anachronistic corpses escaped from the lab, stiff limbed invasion that came on
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| too fast
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| News reports are confused, talk of bandaged maniacs causing much ado
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| Slow moving menace that overwhelms the town, it’s hopeless to fight now their
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| claws are on you
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| Fear of fire -there's nothing you can do
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| Evils conspire -the jackal-headed god beckons you
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| Borne to the pyramids, no use to shout,
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| They can only speak in hieroglyphs
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| See the doors marked 'locals in', 'mummies out',
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| Oh dear god don’t let it end like this
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| Production line of evil that pickles your skin
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| Conveyor belt of terror stuffs amulets in
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| Dehumanizing mummifying like a day spa gone wrong
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| Then they send you out a mummy to do evil carry-on |