Mistress Of Erzulie

Standing in the red light of a Bourbon Street French Quarter

Where I met a Spanish Porter who obliged me with his grin

He asked me for my time, I said I'd take a glass of wine

And in my altered state of mind I opened up, he jumped right in

Oh, some things never turn out right

Oh, some things never turn out right

Mister, Mistress, Mistress Of Erzulie

He kissed me in the lobby on the way to Pat O'Briens

No, it didn't take much science to discover what was next

W'suddenly a woman with a shrunken-headed necklace

She made me feel so reckless, sexless in my innocence

Oh some things never turn out right

She led me to the levy, I was helpless as a lamb

"Don't you know who I am," she said, "Your Nemesis is free"

I was wired like a weapon, I was dancin' like the Dirvish

When I woke up feverishly looking down at me

Mister, Mistress, Mistress Of Erzulie

From the coveted Ark, To Noah in Asia

Sodom and Gomorrah, the light and the dark

Chased by the demon to the caves of the Burren

Imprisoned by the truth in the tales of the Turrin

From original sin to original blame, for shame, for shame

Oh some things never turn out right

Mister, Mistress, Mistress Of Erzulie