Voodoo
Head filled up with air.
It's obvious you love the skin you wear...
I need to lie down, need some air.
Messing and mussing your tie-dyed hair.
You're making a big mistake, Mister.
I remember, I'm not telling, tales.
Whose gonna vix that, that, that voodoo?
Whose gonna vix that, that, that voodoo?
Hah.
Whose gonna vix that, that, that voodoo?
Whose gonna vix that, that, that voodoo?
Hah.
Here I am, tied to a chair.
Explain it all how did I get there,
Lights are off and curtains drawn
Hurry, stop right there.
You're making a big mistake, Mister.
I remember, I'm not telling, tales.
Whose gonna vix that, that, that voodoo?
Whose gonna vix that, that, that voodoo?
Hah.
Whose gonna vix that, that, that voodoo?
Whose gonna vix that, that, that voodoo?
Hah.
What are we gonna do?
Call the doctor?
Call the Police?
Call the Airliners?
Call the The Deep Sea Diver?
(Whose gonna vix that, that, that voodoo?
Whose gonna vix that, that, that voodoo?)
Whose gonna vix that, that, that voodoo?
Whose gonna vix that, that, that voodoo?
Ha.
Whose gonna vix that, that, that voodoo?
Whose gonna vix that, that, that voodoo?
Ha.
I can't remember, my heads full of air...
