| Black Cactus Choir in Neon Savannah
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| We travel in packs in our hot air balloons
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| Black Cactus Choir in Neon Savannah
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| Assassins with tusks and glasses sneak into our black cactus baskets
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| Black Cactus Choir in Neon Savannah
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| Who stuck a knife in my balloon? |
| Now I’m marooned in a bazaar in Khartoum
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| He’s a killer, a killer, a Black Cactus Killer!
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| Now my face is grotesquely deflated
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| And all my typewriters are clicking heavy metal lyrics
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| Everything’s turned to shit there’s mosquitoes as big as moons hovering around
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| my crawling corpse
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| Dirt in my mouth, barbed wire lingerie flying on all fours.
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| Where’s that man with the megaphone? |
| I want to see the man with the megaphone
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| right now, I wanna see his face!
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| He’s a killer, a killer, a Black Cactus Killer!
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| Black Cactus Choir in Neon Savannah
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| All the crowds throwing stones at my black cactus bones
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| Black Cactus Choir in Neon Savannah
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| We leave our dead, we abandon our stranded
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| Black Cactus Choir in Neon Savannah
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| We’ve left another singer to be eaten alive
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| He’s a killer, a killer, a Black Cactus Killer! |