Deja Voodoo

In broad daylight, your clean cut town

Has turned into a hunting ground

And Mama don't need no crystal ball

To see the weight, that's coming down

25 hours a day, 25 hours a day

In the heart of night, it howls for more

The beast that prowls, the killing floor

And Mama don't need to read the cards

To tell you times are gettin' hard

25 hours a day, 25 hours a day

You've seen it before

It's been done to you

In another life, it spells taboo

Mama calls it

Mama calls it: Deja voodoo

When sweet turns to bitter, and not before

When wolves come scratchin', at your door

That's when mama's tea cup prophecy

Will tell you how it's gonna be

25 hours a day, 25 hours a day

Tomorrow rips up your yesterday

While it stars in your old passion play

And mama can hear the spirit's song

Singing in her head all night long

25 hours a day, 25 hours a day