| Caught in a B-movie vortex
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| There’s a zombie on my TV screen
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| A cold glass of beer in my hands
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| Is it real or a dream?
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| My mind doesn’t work properly
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| Hallucinations in my brain
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| My body’s starting to rot
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| But I don’t feel any pain
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| There’s a monster in my basement
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| Just crazy for human flesh
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| He’s polite and a little bit shy
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| He’s almost human almost dead
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| I know there’s another guest at home
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| But I couldn’t find him yet
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| He was wallep alive
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| Because he tried to open the Gates of Hell
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| A date with Fulci
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| Every day
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| Horror prevails
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| The moon is bright
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| I have a date tonight
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| Cadavers and monsters rule my universe
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| Echoes of terror pain that feels good
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| Storms of horror B-movie devourer
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| Condemned to live in my world of darkness
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| My roommate is a sex offender
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| He loves bitches, whores and strippers
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| My roommate quacks like a duck on the phone
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| My roommate is The New York Ripper
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| Our friends are a bunch or hungry zombies
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| They will eat you without no pity
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| We live in the House by the cemetery
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| We live in Dunwich city |