Voodoo in my blood is livid
Blood take, Im chillin
Chill me got the soul of a mimic
Its not quite right, you must be a cynic
Sign of the wars is my grinning
Come in to my time and see me
Sock it to me, sock it to me, timid
Im yours, Im yours
Why does the blood never stick to your teeth?
Momma, stop giving me grief
Why does the blood always stick to your teeth?
Momma, stop giving me grief
Why does the blood always stick to your teeth?
Momma, stop giving me grief
Barely, barely grieving
Keep the front door open
Wipe that cheeky grin and come on, now
Barely, barely grieving
Keep the front door open
Wipe that cheeky grin and come on, now
Voodoo in my blood is livid
Blood take, Im chillin
Chill me got the soul of a mimic
Its not quite right, you must be a cynic
Sign of the wars is my grinning
Come in to my time and see me
Sock it to, me sock it to me, timid
Im yours, Im yours
Why does the blood never stick to your teeth?
Momma, stop giving me grief
Why does the blood always stick to your teeth?
Momma, stop giving me grief
Why does the blood always stick to your teeth?
Momma, stop giving me grief
Barely, barely grieving
Keep the front door open
Wipe that cheeky grin and come on, now
Barely, barely grieving
Keep the front door open
Wipe that cheeky grin and come on, now