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Fist Beats Chest
But my body's fist beats chest, I scream triumphantly Even in the gravest scenes and graveyard's bodies hear my scream There I can wake my zombie slumber I come back to life and lumber Through the village or wherever there's a treat for me
My reanimated self is flushed with showy health As I tear across the grass to sleep and tackle you Then smother you with smacking sounds unwrapped anew Wrapped in glory, clear and brave Looking gruesome and unshaved I'll spend every morning coming back to life
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