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Midnight calling to you from the cross, all the dead are lifting sods, they're ambling slowly to that fabled spot, when hell is full the dead will dance on earth.
They come from graveyards far and wide to shake their bones and have a real bad time.
Get down........Way down
The moon reflects all types of dancing ghoul, there's corpses doing the twist from sixty-two, the devil keeps the beat on rusty spoons, who knows what they're gonna barbeque
Get down......Way down
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