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White Zombie

Genres: Rock

Soul-crusher Lyrics - White Zombie

Drop it, buster 

 

Yeah, leatherneckin' down the street 

Like, "Hey, I'm joyridin' " 

Well, like a bad dog 

Well, come on, burn in 

 

Well, leatherneckin' down the street 

Like, "Hey, I'm joyridin' " 

Well, like a bad dog 

Well, come on, burn in 

 

A demon got my soul and I said 

"Driver, come on" 

Speed kills, I'm alive, yeah 

In my Durango 95, yeah 

 

Casino on the edge, she move like a twister 

Gravity crank, solo my sista 

"Come on", she said 

"And take me away, away, away" 

Shout! 

 

Yeah, deadly on the eyes 

An Astro-spyder, baby 

A powertrippin' no no no, maybe 

Come on, oh angel trumpets again, yeah, no 

 

Motherfuckin' scream, a horror of the showtime 

A diamond ass right on my line 

"Come on", she said 

"And take me away, away, away" 

Shout! 

 

Burning like fat in the fire 

The smell of red, red groove 

Screamed mega-flow 

A stalking ground without prey 

 

A flash of superstition 

Whimpering like a crippled animal 

Dogs of the Soul-Crusher 

Pulling closer like the blue steel jaws of Hell 

 

Yeah, diggin' in my heart 

I find a human generator 

Duke of N.Y.C. eliminator 

All you need is love, yeah! 

 

Like a cool and a crazy freak machine 

She twanged off and out like I never seen 

I'm gonna take her, I'm gonna take her down 

And down and down, watch out! 

 

Yeah, shackin' out in my skin 

Flesh an' waves they begin 

I'm going out like a holiday 

Shout it! 

 

Then my mind degenerate 

A weepy young "D" to terminate 

Takin' a trip, I said, straight to Hell 

Shout it up! 

 

Yeah, real country, dark the streets 

Hog the road, swamp the beat 

She gonna know just what I mean 

 

Yeah, trip back on, the serpent move 

Z Man slowly bang the groove 

Takin' a trip, a real kick to Hell 

Shout it! 

 

Thinkin' that when she die 

Her spirit go up to the sky 

Devil come an' steppin' brainiac 

An' lookin' below, yeah 

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