VOODOO SALAD
“ VOODOO SALAD “
BLACK CATS IN THE WINDOW BULLET HOLES PAINT THE DOOR
SIGN SAYS FORTUNE TELLER I WOULDN’T FEEL LUCKY IN THAT STORE
THIS TOWN IS REALLY CREEPY I DON’T TRUST ANYTHING I SEE
THE SLIPPERY WET SIDEWALK IS NOW STARING BACK AT ME
WHATEVER WAS IN THE DRINK SHE MADE HAS ME SEEING DOUBLE
MY LEGS ARE WEAK AND WOBBLY I KNOW I’M IN FOR TROUBLE
I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER CAUSE I’VE READ ALL ABOUT IT
NOW I THINK I’M TASTING THAT STRANGE VOODOO SALAD
THERE’S A SHADOW FOLLOWING ME BUT IT DON’T LOOK LIKE MINE
IT’S GETTING REALLY CLOSE AM I’M RUNNING OUT OF TIME
I’M SHAKING IN MY BOOTS BUT WHEN I TURN AROUND
LOOKING RIGHT BEHIND ME THERE IS NO ONE TO BE FOUND
THE SINKING SKY ABOVE IS SETTING AWFULY LOW
WHOLE TOWN IS CLOSING IN I GOT NOWHERE TO GO
THE DAYS ARE ALL SO BLEAK NIGHTS ARE EVEN WORSE
EVERY CAR I SEE LOOKS LIKE A FUNERAL HEARSE
I’VE HEARD ALL THE RUMORS NOW I KNOW JUST WHAT IT MEANS
THERE’S SOMETHING IN THAT VOODOO SALAD THEY CALL NEW ORLEANS
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