Some people think they jive me,

But I know they must be crazy

Don't see their misfortune,

I guess they're just too lazy

Je suie le grand zombie

My yellow belt of choisen

Ain't afraid of no tomcat,

Fill my brains with poison





Walk through the fire,

Fly through the smoke

See my enemy,

At the end of their rope

Walk on pins and neeedles

See what they can do

Walk on guilded splinters

With the King of the Zulu





Walk to me, get it, come, come

Walk on guilded splinters

Walk to me, get it, come, come

Walk on guilded splinters

Till I burn up.

Till I burn up.

Till I burn up.

Till I burn up.





I roll out my coffin

Drink poison in my chalice

Pride begins to fade

And you all feel my malice

Put gris-gris on your doorstep

And soon you be in the gutter

Melt your heart like butter,

An-an-and I can make you stutter





Walk to me, get it, come, come

Walk on guilded splinters

Walk to me, get it, come, come

Walk on guilded splinters

Till I burn up.

Till I burn up.

Till I burn up.

Till I burn up.