Mortado

Running through the jungle Running not to die Mortado and the Cannibals Mortado crucified! Skewered to a tree Mondi torture hell Mortado and the Cannibals Mortado lived to tell... Sticks and stones can break my bones But the 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! Running through the jungle Running not to die Mortado and the Cannibals Mortado crucified