White Zombiewas an American industrial groove metalband named after the 1932 Bela Lugosi film. Their musical style was sample-heavy, based around groovy riffs and Rob Zombie's snarling vocals. The samples that filled their records were mostly from obscure horror films, but used creatively to create a kind of carnival-freakshow vibe. Rob Zombie, still known at this time as Rob Cummings, supported himself through multiple jobs, including working as a cycle courier. Most famously, he was a production assistant on Pee-wee's Playhouse, but he also worked as a designer on pornographic magazines.
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White Zombie

Thrust in deep there are no limitations
Wing shaped constellations everywhere now
Creep, babe, creep your lifes like a suicide
And I said Im gonna ride it
She dont care now, yeah! maybe
The night ride gonna bleed, yeah! maybe
This is what chall need!
Sinkn deep into your destination dig the demolition everywhere, now
Creep, babe, creep into your ring o fire
Burned out on the wire
She dont care now, yeah! maybe
The night ride gonna bleed, yeah! maybe
This is what chall need!
Open the darkness an hour later to the minute (moment)
Move under the guilty she went deep into the corner
Snap dog city hypnotize and break the mercury
Rig test, oil inject freak hallucination
Shot through the backdoor
Buzz a whirling locomotion west straight to another
Through the sea of love, life on the line
Still in time, you will find she has gone away
Dont ask way, super sky
Live or die, she has gone away.
Figure this, no more, sis-spanish kiss
she has gone away.
Thrust into a diamond generation
Dexceleration everywhere
Up from hell a missile to the moon and zero to the 3 and 4 and 5 and
Yeah! maybe
This is what yall need!
How fast can you really move me come on, come on, come on, come on, yeah!
A ritual electro-nation, yow!