Oh, I'm as sharp as a coroner's needle Inside I'm cold as a marble eye Skin as harsh as a rusted razor A nightmare livin' in your mind Out of a page full of murderous stories My skull is filled up with terrible crimes A dream of violent repetition A nosferatu for your 'lord of the flies' You can't stop what ain't dead, it's true Bad voodoo's a livin' deja vu No pienses matan I've buried more than the men in the graveyard A grim priest at a funeral pyre So if I end up 'six deep' in the desert I guess I'll see you in the afterlife. Hey! Hey! Hey! So I'm headed south, to the devil's door I wanna turn the whole world around, to how it was before. Triple sixes burn, making out my path Lead me to the secret that's gonna cure my past. You can't stop what ain't dead, it's true Bad voodoo's a livin' deja vu, hey, hey! How does it feel with your name on a tombstone While you're surrounded by the livin' dead Some kind of curse hangin' over your shoulders I'll haunt you like a specter of regret. The bells are ringin for the end of the line now Feels like I'm rowing right down the styx But I don't care, I can kill anything With a gun and a knife and a crucifix. You can't stop what ain't dead, it's true Bad voodoo's a livin' deja vu, hey, hey! You can't stop what ain't dead, it's true Bad voodoo's a livin' deja vu No pienses matanTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
