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Running through the jungle

Running not to die

Mortado and the Cannibals

Mortado crucified!

Skewered to a tree

Mondo torture hell

Mortado and the Cannibals

Mortado lived to tell...

Sticks and stones can break my bones

But natives cannot hurt me

I lived through hell,

 I lived to tell

Because the Cannibals deserted me!

Through my hands and feet were driven

Crucifixion nails

And now you're paying to hear

my horrible cannibal tales!