Voodoo In My Blood

(альбом: Ritual Spirit - 2016)

[Young Fathers:]
Voodoo in my blood is livid
Blood take, I'm chilling
Chill me got the soul of a mimic
It's 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

I'm yours, I'm yours
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!
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, I'm chilling
Chill me got the soul of a mimic
It's 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

I'm yours, I'm yours
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!
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