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I can tell that you're not from san francisco
Cause you're riding on a bike that's not a fixie
So tell me once again where it is your from
Cause you're smellin kinda a funky and your face is lookin glum
Dark is the night, dark is the bay
Dark are the ferries that take you away
Off to the island, off to the island of zombies
In Alameda (isle of zombies)
In Alameda (they're all undead)
You were living in the mission for a year or two
but the lure of easy parking was calling to you
Just like a call, just like a call from your mommy
You took the ferry, took the ferry and you became a zombie
You can't remember what you said
You can't remember what you said you've got no brains left
In Alameda: Isle of Zombies
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