Voodoo

A narrow path runs along the river

From the burial ground you might see it

Leading to a temple of secrets

Where they meet once a week

To dance and feast



Lula is dancing to the voodoo drums

Twisting, turning, round and round



She is ready to receive the Loa

She is ready for the God

This one is Damballah



Voodoo, voodoo, voodoo

Voodoo, voodoo, voodoo

Total emptiness inside

As Damballah gets ready for her ride



Casting out from Lula's head

One of two souls that seems to be dead

Traveling deep in a trance

Lula's legs are getting weak

"The Loa has seized its horse"



Lula is not the one

That's speaking now

Lula is not the one

That's lying now



Drink, drink girl, drink the chicken's blood

Drink, drink girl, drink and feed the God



If this is all you think they do, oh you better think again

Cause there is so much more to voodoo, oh than meets the eye



Voodoo, voodoo, voodoo

Voodoo, voodoo, voodoo



Human hair on waxen dools, pins through their knees

Pins through their little heads, and through their bellies

Ahh they're coming to get you, they're coming for you

Ahh they're coming to get you, they're coming for you now



Voodoo, voodoo, voodoo

Voodoo, voodoo, voodoo... Voodoo.....