| I was born in a cemetery
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| And learned to walk on skulls and bones
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| Was taught to speak by the living dead
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| And raised beneath a funeral moon
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| Horror stories, talking heads
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| Segregate the living dead
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| The living dead
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| I’m a shadow on your brightest dreams
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| A horse for Baron Samedi
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| Pure voodoo, economic hell
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| I’ve come to pick your carcass clean
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| Horror stories, talking heads
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| Segregate the living dead
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| Horror stories, talking heads
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| Shilling for the thoroughbreds
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| Racial strife and rising debts
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| Segregate the living dead
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| I’m the resurrection man
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| A jackal in a three-piece suit
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| Death and taxes for the damned
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| Brought to heel beneath my boot
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| So chase that carrot straight to Hell
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| The status that you’re dying for
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| And decorate your coffin well
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| The system is a graveyard
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| I’m Loki in the counting room
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| Trickle-down narcotic doom
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| Superfunds for cancer towns
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| The bottom line is six feet down
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| (I'm gonna bury you)
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| (I'm gonna bury you)
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| In barren ground
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| Six feet down
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| Horror stories, talking heads
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| The living dead
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| I’m gonna bury you
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| Barren ground |