Black Mambo

(альбом: The Nightly Disease - 2001)

When you're on your own
And you've got them twisting bones
And a red hot poker burning in your ear
You think you've had it
But you ain't nowhere near
You think you've had it
But you're nowhere near

Ah black mambo gonna knock you down to the ground
Black mambo little chicken better run

Don't let the children catch you
Don't let the children catch you

Gonna lock you down with liquor and love
Black mambo, little chicken better run, run, run
Don't let them catch you out here on the street
'Cause you've got no soul
Black mambo, little chicken better run, run, run

Don't let the children catch you
Don't let the children catch you

I lock you down with liquor and love
I lock you down with liquor and love
Ah black mambo with a funeral horn
You better run, you better run, you better run...
Black mambo coming for you

Ah black mambo comes knocking with a funeral horn
Black mambo little chicken better run, run, run

Don't let the children catch you
Don't let the children catch you