Song For The Dead

I am the man of shadow
We come, the baron man and me.
We drive the bad men out of this island
So honest people can run free.
Beware the drug man devils
As they try to steal your soul
Beware the drug–men devils
And the poison that they hold
We strike down, the bad men one, two, three
Bone–man, the Baron, Voodoo women, and me
She dances
Her eyes dance
Her hands
Her mouth
Her lips
Join her dance
The Baron, he diggin’ in a cold, dark place
He can’t be a–sweating ‘cause he got no face.
Behind guarded doors, the Voodoo, it start!
Dark magic enter Cortinas’ heart
Don’t come to the island to steal and kill.
If the magic don’t get you, the Shadowman will
You coming here
Playing like you bad–men
You lose your mind
The island make you madmen
Beneath d’skin
There lie d’bone,
But d’skin of d’baron exist all alone
It wrap all round you so you wheeze and moan
Suck our your life – leave you dead as stone
I am the shadow
I enter the nighttime of your soul like a velvet knife
D’bad men come, d’bad they go; the island still here, d’wind still blow.
Carryin’ us back to our N’awlings home
Carryin’ us back.
The old be young – the dead be live on Ebner Island, where the Voodoo thrive.
A Song For The Dead.
Lyrics
Jack Boniface, Nov. 15, 1994
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