Walking in our sleep through the fields of Haitian cane We've got no worries - We've got needles in our brains
Re-animated corpses don't mind working over time
Murder is his name Don't put your life in the hands of the man with daggers in his eyes Murder is his name A bargain of love means nothing to the man with Satan on his side
Seated by a fire carving men 'o' wax Don't get on his bad side Or your doll gets kissed by flame
Sweating in our sleep Knee-deep in Haitian pain Grinding sugar in his Devil-mill With needles in our brains
Black men chanting they say, "Listen to the Lambs" There's nothing they fear more than a white man with voodoo in his hands
Murder is his nameTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
