Like zombies in the night, she¡¯s creeping around my house.
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The moonlight burns my eyes, nocturnally hypnotizes.
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She¡¯s just a memory that¡¯s got a thirst for blood.
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She said she wants me dead, I know she wants me dead.
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She¡¯s makin jewellery from the maggots of my wounds.
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She looks so lovely.
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Jewellery, from the maggots from my wounds she looks so good to me.
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The devils come to roost. Well in my sleepless nights,
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Well evil speaks my name. I read it in the lights.
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The echo¡¯s of her voice like barbed wire round my eyes,
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she says she wants me dead, I know she wants me dead.
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She¡¯s makin jewellery from the maggots of my wounds.
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She looks so lovely.
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Jewellery, from the maggots from my wounds she looks so good to me.
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Jewellery, jewellery, jewellery, jewellery
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Maggots
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| Lars Frederiksen & The Bastards |
