Bad Voodoo

Oh, i'm as sharp as a coroner's needle
Inside i'm cold as a marble eye
Skin as harsh as a rusted razor
A nightmare livin' in your mind

Out of a page full of murderous stories
My skull is filled up with terrible crimes
A dream of violent repetition
A nosferatu for your 'lord of the flies'

You can't stop what ain't dead, it's true
Bad voodoo's a livin' deja vu
No pienses matan

I've buried more than the men in the graveyard
A grim priest at a funeral pyre
So if i end up 'six deep' in the desert
I guess i'll see you in the afterlife.

So i'm headed south,
To the devil's door
I wanna turn the whole world around,
To how it was before.

Triple sixes burn
Making out my path
Lead me to the secret
That's gonna cure my past.

You can't stop what ain't dead, it's true
Bad voodoo's a livin' deja vu
Hey!, hey!

How does it feel with your name on a tombstone
While you're surrounded by the livin' dead
Some kind of curse hangin' over your shoulders
I'll haunt you like a specter of regret.

The bells are ringin for the end of the line now
Feels like i'm rowing right down the styx
But i don't care, i can kill anything
With a gun and a knife and a crucifix.

You can't stop what ain't dead, it's true
Bad voodoo's a livin' deja vu
Hey!, hey!

You can't stop what ain't dead, it's true
Bad voodoo's a livin' deja vu
No pienses matan