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Night Zombies Abbie Angel
They're the ghosts of the night, they ride on the wind,
Skin popping Tombstone, Minuteman, 44 Magnum and TNT.
Old, worn-out veins that gave up, volcanoes of skin ulcers
On the arms of the ghosts,
They smoke their Speedballs, China White and Adam
With lungs that died long ago on a cold, heartless city night.
The Filipinos push their Ice, Blotter Acid and Rocket Fuel,
And cut out the organs of a dead infant to smuggle their cocaine.
Crumbling inner city walls are scarred by their graffiti,
Blood-sucking bats and fire-breathing dragons.
From city to city, the story is the same,
They'll slit your throat and sell your blood for their poisons.
And I hide on the rooftops, and in the sewers, and boarded-up buildings,
Because they chase me to rape me, and make me addicted
To their Death, not mine.
Daddy, why did you die? You made me run away from home,
Because a guy named Steve took your place
And he kept beating me.
So I ran and ran
And ran some more,
And I'm so tired, daddy,
I want to be with you.
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