| Hoodoo For Voodoo |
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Cigarette in hand, you're buried six feet in the sand
You're with your new friends now
You're making up for lost time.
Searching for solid land, hide that mark you son-of-sam.
You're breakin out of hell and makin up for lost time.
I don't know why
You're running for, you're running for your life.
I don't know why
you better hope your feet don't fail you now.
Like a shotgun blast, you're found face first in the grass
mad scientist, picking at your skin to find
what's underneath constantly grinding at your teeth
he's got a spell on you, this hoodoo for voodoo.
I don't know why
You're running for, you're running for your life.
I don't know why
you better hope your feet don't fail you now.
As you meet your early grave
wipe that evil smile off of your face.
Death has lingered through this place,
quickly vanish without a trace.
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I don't know why
You're running for, you're running for your life.
I don't know why
you better hope your feet don't fail you now.
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