Zombie Boy

Two roosters I slew, and with all of my heart I prayed hard for you in Haiti at night Your skin has turned blue and your hair has turned white Must be the voodoo of this Haitian moonlight We can't take day trips, but we will have are strolls Dressed up in silk slips, our ears and mink stoles You swerve on your hips as I work the controls No blood and no drips while I rot in your roles Zombie boy Zombie boy You seem to have died of some form of the pox They left you inside your tiny black box I heard when you cried, and I answered your knocks Let's make you a bride with another two cocks You look pretty good for so long in the ground You smell like a sewer, but you don't make a sound I feed you odor make you oopsy, spellbound I like to be sure you're be sticking around Zombie boy Zombie boy --- Zombie Boy - Magnetic Fields