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 chosen   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 needles   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   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