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Zombie Rob Past Present Future

We've been goin', I've never been at ease I met a gyspie girl and I took her on the track The kinda girl walk, the driver don't talk Tryin' bucks between

Gripping the wheel His knuckles went white with desire The wheels of his Mustang Exploding on the highway like a slug from a 45 True death 400 horsepower

Sadistic wicked ones Still the mortal sting I am the only one A dark and dreary thing And the blood washes Across the crucified Yeah, so few are chosen

Yeah, I am the astro-creep A demolition style, hell American freak, yeah I am the crawling dead A phantom in a box, shadow in your head, say Acid suicide

Yeah, I am the super-eye A blackened dream a golden eye Trapped in a fantasy A silent clown, a villain see Mongrels of pinball filth Electric shrines

"1, 2, 3, 4 Hey-ho, let's go! Hey-ho, let's go! Hey-ho, let's go! Hey-ho, lets go Yeah Formin' in a straight line Goin' through a tight wind Kids are

Chorus: She's a brick----house Mighty might just lettin' it all hang out She's a brick----house The lady's stacked and that's a fact, ain't holding

: Well sweet little sista?s high in hell cheat?n on a halo - Grind in a odyssey holocaust heart kick on tomorrow - Breakdown - agony said ectasy in overdrive

: She?s a zombie baby Dead ringer in my head And now we?re rollin? We?re empty playin? Yeah! Hey yeah, like a zombie breathin? Hey yeah, been thinkin