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Well he was the little boy singing reveille
A fire cracker through the night
His father owned moonshine distilleries
Said "wake up boy, get it right"
But you... You don't ever
You're never satisfied
You're never satisfied
Your zombie love
Make a zombie cry
Your monstrous love
Make a monster cry
Well she was the little girl raised in a nunnery
Immaculate to my eyes
Oh mother superior what the girl does to me
Leave a blues man shit kicking and blind
Ah-ah you...
You're never satisfied
You're never satisfied
Your zombie love
Make a zombie cry
Your monstrous love
Make a monster cry
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