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The Isle of Manhattan was home to a madman Who came for gold cadavers in a hall A very strange mission to skin all the women He bought some gold cadavers in the hall Let go your souls Let go your souls Let go your souls Let go your souls With that look in his eyes in the pork and the pies Well he came for gold cadavers in a hall So listen appeal me, your eyes for the TV He came for gold cadavers in a hall Let go your souls Let go your souls Let go your souls Let go your souls Now you're in a ponder, eating a pizza You're mad for gold cadavers in a hall From Letras Mania