Down at Lusada lies a market, a market within a market
a market of the living, a market of the dead
When night falls, the undead comes to play
when the owl hoots the ghosts comes to trade
Down at Lusada lies a market, a market within a market
a market of the living, a market of the dead
The wind blows in gusts, you feel the jitters
with your hair standing on it’s end when in Lusada
Down at Lusada lies a market, a market within a market
a market of the living, a market of the dead
If you see a trader backing his goods
know you buy not from a mere mortal, but from the nether world
Down at Lusada lies a market, a market within a market
a market of the living, a market of the dead
I hear paracetamol cures HIV, and panadol kills EBOLA
down there at Lusada
Down at Lusada lies a market, a market within a market
a market of the living, a market of the dead
If you ever visit Lusada don’t play a prank, buy and pay
for if you don’t pay you will pay!
Down at Lusada lies a market, a market within a market
a market of the living, a market of the dead!
