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

(Ah)

Lula is dancing to the voodoo drums

Twisting, turning, all 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

(Voodoo, voodoo, voodoo)

Total emptiness inside

(Voodoo, voodoo, voodoo)

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

Lulas legs are getting weak

The loa has seized it's horse

Lula is not the one

She's not the one that's speaking now

Lula is not the one

The one that's lying down

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, that meets the eye

Voodoo, voodoo, voodoo

Voodoo, voodoo, voodoo!

Human hair on waxen dolls

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, voodoo, voodoo

Voodoo, voodoo, voodoo

Voodoo, voodoo, voodoo

Voodoo