The
two guys in graveyard shift
When
every soul is asleep they stay awake
In
the quiet night of less human traffic
On
an island of magical story
They
get their own escapades
With
good manners and quiet disposition
It
is said they have women falling over them
In
the quiet lonely night on an island
They
have their joy and conquests
Women
of many nationalities falling over them
The
story breeds of black magic
How
else they get the women?
Some
give them money
Some
buy them gifts
The
two guys in graveyard shift
They
have the nights of their lives
In
the end they forget
Precaution
a way to protect against diseases
They
succumb to the deadly HIV
Slowly
they see their lives whiskered away
The
life they lead
Many
partners in bed
In
the end they lose their lives
They
never know the sins just take away
On
the island of magical story
The
two guys in graveyard shift
They
enjoy their lives with women
Then
they lose their lives through AIDS
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