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Light up a smoke. Let's hit the road.
Suitcase is packed, top down we gotta, gotta go.
Cause there be bats in them hills, frenzied, swooping to kill,
And my bloods to thick for this desert heat for certain.

I said now is the time for action.
We headed straight into the heart of the wasteland.
Yeah we’re pioneers blazing a trail through the years

Ape to man that’s the process,
If you like you can call it progress.
Spark the flame of intuition,
Bone to the brain of the competition.
Bone then spear, flint then fire.
Climb the evolutional ladder higher,
Rung by rung to Babylon,
The apex of a long, long fall.

When the deed needs done, who’s the only one? That’s the kinda guy that can bring a knife to a gun fight and win. He’s so rebellious that he’d make James Dean jealous. You’ll find his name in the classifieds under man that don’t take no jive. It says
Have blade will travel. Professional with competitive rates. Just call 1-800-JOHNNY SWITCHBLADE.
And he’ll come whistling Dixie all the way from Mississippi in his chopped 54 Ford running a switchblade comb through his jet black hair. Whistling Dixie all the way from Mississippi and he’s not headed back home till the job is done and a man’s left dead.
Sweet and clean, skin the cat, Columbian necktie, different rates apply. He’s got bravada that shames Eric Estrada. You’ll find his name in the classifieds under man that don’t take no jive. It says
Have blade will travel. Professional with competitive rates. Just call 1-800-JOHNNY SWITCHBLADE.
And he’ll come whistling Dixie all the way from Mississippi in his chopped 54 Ford running a switchblade comb through his jet black hair. Whistling Dixie all the way from Mississippi and he’s not headed back home till the job is done and a man’s left dead.
And he’ll come whistling Dixie all the way from Mississippi in his chopped 54 Ford running a switchblade comb through his jet black hair. Whistling Dixie all the way from Mississippi and he’s not headed back home till the job is done and a man’s left dead.

Mistress of the swamp, she can give a man anything he wants. She’s got that fire burning in her eyes, she’ll own your soul after you die. You can hear her in the graveyard singing her song. Come to me you poor tortured souls. It’s time to make good on the debt that you know you owe. So throw off death’s shackles and rise up. You’ve been bought and sold, now you’re mine to own, my personal property. With the wail of a banshee she screams.
Go now child, go now child, go. She rolls them bones, she reads them stones. Go now child, go now child, go. Eyes roll back, she starts to shake and moan. Go now child, go now child, go. Well bless my soul. You got us all in thrall doing that hoodoo you do.
Oh the preacher man he screamed that she’s a demon, then he got a visit from the corpse of Bobby Freeman. Now she got the women running scared, she got the men on their knees. Sheriff came to ask her about preacher man, now no one’s seen him in weeks. No there ain’t no one who knows where that sheriff went, but I’m guessing he found that preacher man.
Go now child, go now child, go. She rolls them bones, she reads them stones. Go now child, go now child, go. Eyes roll back, she starts to shake and moan. Go now child, go now child, go. Well bless my soul. You got us all in thrall doing that hoodoo you do.
I sold my soul. Tell me now woman when will you let me go. I paid my debt, so put me back down in the ground to rest.
I sold my soul. Tell me now woman when will you let me go. I paid my debt, so put me back down in the ground to rest.
I sold my soul. Tell me now woman when will you let me go. I paid my debt, so put me back down in the ground to rest.

The new scum is back on the streets.
The dirge, the cure, one more time, tales of human waste.
Oh lonely city.
Spiders thrash.
Lust for life.
Listen to the chair leg of truth. It does not lie.
Bowel disrupter, set to prolapsed.
Get ready for the ride of your life.

Star date: Captain’s log, a planet on the edge of space has been discovered.
To my surprise it’s teeming with life, but of cognitive thought there is no sign.
The scout party we sent to find some intelligence sent us back an incomprehensible message that read,
omg
Captain James T. did you see my tweet?
These life forms turned out to be zombies. 911 bmu Scotty.
:( #enterprisecrew. Someone tell me what this nonsense means.
Someone get Mr. Spock on the line, and have Dr. McCoy waiting on stand-bye.