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.