The Day Of The Dead
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I took a trip down to Mexico
I tried to find my head of stock
I was searching in every crevice
When something strange came out of the fog
I screamed, "Can this be?
This woman, she had no head"
I turned and suddenly grabbed me
How was I to know it was the damn undead?
I saw this hand just like a reptile
I heard her ripping off my clothes
Almost naked, I broke free
To see her skull looking down at me
I screamed, "Can this be?
This woman, she has no head"
I turned and suddenly grabbed me
How was I to know this was the damn undead?
Now I'm buried down in Mexico
These women, they've sucked my blood
Now I wonder, must I stay
Rotting here in a shallow grave?
I screamed, "What can this be?
There's a scratching from above
What do I see in the moonlight?
It was Tex, my head of stock"