Black Mambo (Terror Mix)

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