His skin was tough as Flagstone,
On his face, claw marks above his brow,
He had the meanest grin you ever seen,
For some a low-life, or a could have been,
They’d never set him free.

Isn’t it time to think it over,
Though the end will show it’s not enough,
Isn’t it time to think it over,
At night he dreams a life of love.

I got a stone cold fever
In my heart and soul
I got a stone cold fever
Yes it tears me apart,
It gets me so bad,
It gets me so bad,
I got a stone cold fever
I got a stone cold fever ...

He’ll haunt you like a nightmare,
You might see him in your neighborhood – he
won’t stay too long,
To his path, leads a trail of blood,
Corpses stacked in knee deep mud,
He’ll get you, when he finds you, honey !

Isn’t it time to think it over,
Though the end will show it’s not enough,
Isn’t it time to think it over,
At night he dreams a life of love.

I got a stone cold fever ...

I got a stone cold fever ...

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