watching Dawn of the Dead while I stand on my head, ooh
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think you're down in the dumps, wait till dead person jumps on you
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when a zombie picks you up and smashes open your head you find yourself dead
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it isn't my fault, some pepper and salt ought to fix it up
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I waved the magic wand, now it's gone beyond control
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don't let the dead men in, there's a problem in the soul
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do you know what I mean when I speak of machine, oh
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it's a symptom of fear, it's a black magic gear, no
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it's another dawning of the full moon, much like a typhoon, or a monsoon
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it isn't my fault, some pepper and salt ought to fix it up
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don't want to reminisce of the dead like this, you don't
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risen from shallow graves, made to be our slaves, but they won't
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(hey mon, hey don't eat my brain, mon... I was once like you. Or you were once like me.)
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this was the prophecy, a lobotomy for lunch
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the voodoo man finally cracks, and it really packs a punch
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but don't you be fretting now, you're forgetting now, all right
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pepper and salt they say
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keeps the dead away, keeps the dead away at night
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watching Dawn of the Dead while I stand on my head, ooh
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think you're down in the dumps, wait till dead person jumps on you
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when a zombie picks you up and smashes open your head you find yourself dead
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it isn't my fault, some pepper and salt ought to cast them away
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do you know what I mean when I speak of machine, oh
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it's a symptom of fear, it's a black magic gear, no
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it's another dawning of the full moon, much like a monsoon, or a typhoon
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this isn't my fault, some pepper and salt ought to make them all go away
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go away
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go away
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Pepper And Salt
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| Lemon Demon |
