Me and my cousins and you and your cousins It's a line that is always running. Me and my cousins, and you and your cousins, I can feel it coming You found a sweater on the ocean floor They're gonna find it if you didn't close the door. You and this model

The door's open wide Come in from out of the rain So you stare Call it despair, baby Don't you care I'm on the square about you Let's have a try It maybe that you're my guy

Sing, voodoo Marie, let me hear thy tone Speak, voodoo Marie, let me hear thy tongue Queen of New Orleans mother of the coven Sing, voodoo Marie you’ve been called out again Thy power above all I hail How silent is the lonely one? What do we see, what do

Still it only takes time 'Til love comes to everyone. Got to go through that door, There's no easy way out at all For you who it always seems blue It all comes, it never rains But it pours, There in your heart

Oh, something has disappeared 'Cause I'm all alone Into the great unknown Oh, what am I missing here Come to, the day is new Hit the floor, crack the door And what do I see? Strange kid standing there

Soiled, Soiled, Soiled Soiled, Soiled.. ... Of ordinary... Chemistry There is a suggestion there, that uh, manipulation of no Humal, compounds, brain-neuro transmitters And that sort of thing May in fact, open the door, to uh, untapped areas of Human

I was so stupid for letting you go But I, I, I know you're still the one Hey you, you're still the one I know I say it too much But I will never give up And yeah, now I'm back at your door You're lookin' at me unsure I should've seen it before You're all

By the rivers of my mem'ry It's knowing that your door is always open And your path is free to walk That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag Rolled up and stashed behind your couch And it's knowing I'm not shackled By forgotten words and bonds And the

F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N) F&N (F&), F&N (F&N) Fuck around, parked the 'Vette and didn't even get back in it ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob Redbone bitch, yeah, like Hi-Tech, yeah How do I dress? Yeah, like my flesh, yeah Soon as I roll up, put my doors up Go'n head,

In a dark and lonely corner, all the time in Dark-side inn Sits a local barstool warrior, talking to his gin Treating past decisions, he motions for a shot Is he doomed to be a man this world forgot? Just a prisoner of the monster on his back Call it bad