Déjà Voodoo Songtext / Lyric

* Paradise in distress






In broad daylight

Your clean cut town

Has turned into a hunting ground

And Mama donâ? t need no crystal ball

To see the weight

Thatâ? s coming down

25 hours a day

25 hours a day

In the heart of night

It howls for more

The beast that prowls

The killing floor

And Mama donâ? t need to read the cards

To thell you times are gettinâ? hard

25 hours a day

25 hours a day

Youâ? ve seen it before

Itâ? s been done to you

In another life, it spell taboo

Mama calls it

Mama calls it: Déjà voodoo

When sweet turns to bitter

And not before

When wolves come scratchinâ?

At your door

Thatâ? s when mamaâ? s tea cup prophecy

Will tell you how itâ? s gonna be

25 hours a day

25 hours a day

Tomorrow rips up your yesterday

While it stars in your old passion play

And mama can hear the spiritâ? s song

Singing in her head all night long

25 hours a day

25 hours a day