Testo Dead Girls

Now you hang your head
Just like a zombie
I see you move real slow

But when you go out
You won't find me
Your shit's for sale
But mine is sold
Your walk's crooked
And you looks abundant
Your blood is cold
But you want it warm

Now I feel moving in behind me
And keep your hands away from my throat

Now you hang your head
Just like a zombie
And I see you move real slow