Oh, I'm as sharp as a coronous needle,
As I'm cold as a marble light,
Skin is harsh as a rusted razor,
A nightmare livin' in your mind.
Another page for the murderer's stories,
A story that's filled up with terrible crimes,
A dream of violent repetition,
A desperado for your "Lord of the Flies".
[Chorus]
You can't stop walking dead, it's true!
Bad voodoo's livin' "deja vú"!
I've buried cold undead men in the graveyard,
A grim priest at a funeral pyre,
So if I end up '6 deep' in the desert,
I guess I'll see you in the afterlife.
So I'm headed south, to the Devil's door,
I wanna turn the whole world around,
To how it was before.
Triple six is burnin', carvin' out my path,
Into the secret, that's gonna cure my past.
[Chorus]
You can't stop walking dead, it's true!
Bad voodoo's livin' "deja vú"!
How does it feel with your name on a tombstone,
While you're surrounded by the livin' dead,
Some kind of curse hangin' over your shoulders,
I'll haunt you like a specter of regret.
The bells are ringing for the end of the line now,
'Cause I got rowing right down to Styx,
But I don't care, I can kill anything,
With a gun and a knife and a crucifix.
[Chorus x2]
You can't stop walking dead, it's true!
Bad voodoo's livin' "deja vú"!
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