Two roosters I slew
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and with all of my might
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I prayed, hard, for you
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in Haiti at night
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Your skin has turned blue
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and your hair has turned white
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Must be the voodoo
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of this Haitian moonlight
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We can't take day trips
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but Oh! those moonlight strolls
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dressed up in silk slips,
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high heels and mink stoles
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You swivel your hips
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as I work the controls
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No blood ever drips
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when I widen your holes
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zombie boy
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zombie boy
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You seem to have died
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of some form of the pox
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They left you inside
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your tiny black box
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I heard when you cried
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and I answered your knocks
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Let's make you a bride
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with another two cocks
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You look pretty pure
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for so long in the ground
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You smell like a sewer
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but you don't make a sound
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I feed you ordure
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to keep Poopsie spellbound
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I like to be sure
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you'll be sticking around
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zombie boy
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zombie boy
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Zombie Boy
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| The Magnetic Fields |
