Rolling home in the cold cold morning
Van gave up the ghost without warning
Motor’s dead I could tell by the smell
just another motherfuckin Voodoo spell
I said fuck you Voodoo
Why are you always after me?
fuck you Voodoo
flagged a tow from a greasy Jane Doe
booked a night for six at the Rainbow
Dagger hopped a bus yeah he left the band
Voodoo left town never seen again
I said fuck you Voodoo
No one’s gonna leave a good friend on the road
Down and out of luck broke and in a hole
My hands are full of grease but I ain’t gonna lose it
Stranded, crash landed
Stranded in Swifty
No woman, no good times, no money, oh no nothing
I’m In a cage with a pack of dogs
I gotta get out I gotta get out yeah
Is it Hell or an act of God?
Bells are ringing out Bells are ringing out
1 thousand down at the Rainbow
2 thousand down blown on the tow
3 thousand down to make the next show
4 thousand miles of hard road left to go

INVIA LE CORREZIONI