The voodoo, who do, what you don't dare do people Magic people, magic people, voodoo people, magic people Magic people, voodoo people The voodoo! Magic people, magic people, voodoo people, voodoo!

Say you don't know me, you'll burn You can refuse, but you'll lose, it's by me Say you don't want me, you'll learn Nothin you do will be new, 'cause I'm through Call me a liar, you knew You were a fool, but that's cool, it's all right Call me the Devil,

Voodoo, ee-yea ee-yea V-V-Voodoo, ee-yea ee-yea You got me too attached, keep me comin' right back And just like that, got me comin' right back like And I know that I ain't fuckin' with your voodoo If this is what you call love Oh man down You're shaking

Tell me where you're hiding your voodoo doll 'Cause I can't control myself, I don't wanna stay, I wanna run away But I'm trapped under your spell. And it hurts in my head and my heart and my chest, Won't you please stop loving me to death? And I'm having

Open your eyes A chill passes you by A premonition coming strong, Rich with desire A superstition in disguise Draws me into where I belong Have you ever wondered why

I'm not the one who's so far away When I feel the snake bite enter my veins Never did want to be here again And I don't remember why I came I'm coming back again When I feel the snake bite enter my veins Never did I want to be here again And I don't

Way down south, where the mangroves grow Deep in the swamp down in the Bayou There's a little story that's never been told About a pretty widow who never grows old And how she buried her soul with her wedding ring Traded it off for that voodoo thing She

Evil never dies Beware there's voodoo in the nights The devil's moved from Georgia His mission's still the same The world's become his oyster once again If you don't think you're worthy And you don't meet the cause He knows what's going on behind closed

Now people say I'm jinxed I got some kind of voodoo hex Life is so complex There's no telling what could happen next Life on the edge, Fuels the sickness in my head It embeds the type of thoughts That got a lot of brothers dead

Baseball cap and flannel arms Dancing with a voodoo doll Sweat rolls down the old guitar Seeing things the way they are A crooked look lay on his brow Beside a wisecrack whiskey mouth Tip up the bottle and pour him out Here he is again