Letras: Prima Donnas. I Love My Motion Detector.

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When the moon's blood red and the bishop sleeps
The zombies wake and the children weep
It's a deadly hour for Haitian peoples
The walking dead's out serving evil
We took a cruise to Port-au-Prince
The first synth band to play there since
The streets turned into battlegrounds
Black clad soldiers swarmed the towns
And every night the streets all clear
The doors were locked in total fear
Too bad we did not know this then
Our voodoo nightmare'd soon begin
You can't stand the feeling. Your head is all a-reeling
It's the poison slipped in your wine
And all the graves are all open. The sky is filled with omens
And the voices won't stop their whining
All the blackened hearts of all the foreign czars
Are smolderin' so gently in ovens of the gentry
And your last plane home will be your lonely tomb
Go on and try it. Welcome the pirates of death
By the guillotine laid a severed head
So, I turned to it and this is what it said:
La la la la. Nuna nuna nah nona nuna nuna nah nah
La la la la. Nuna nuna nah nona nuna nuna nah nah
La la la la. Nuna nuna nah nona nuna nuna nah nah
La la la la. Nuna nuna nah nona nuna nuna nah nah
(Ewww ewww ewww. Ewwah ewww ewww ohhh)
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
(Ewww ewww ewww. Ewwah ewww ewww ohhh)
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Can you feel the sanity erosion?
Up and down like the sails upon the ocean
Voodoo witches lie in wait. Christian brothers hesitate
Like tiny, twisted snakes inside the golem
(Ewww ewww ewww. Ewwah ewww ewww ohhh)
Alright, man. I can't hear you. Let me hear you, man
You can't stand the feeling. Your head is all a-reeling
It's the poison slipped in your wine
And all the graves are all open. The skies are filled with omens
And the voices won't stop their whining
All the blackened hearts of all the foreign czars
Are smolderin' so gently in ovens of the gentry
And your last plane home will be your lonely tomb
Go on and try it. Welcome the pirates