Voodoo in my blood is livid

Blood take, I′m chillin'

Chill me got the soul of a mimicIt′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 never 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 chillin′

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 never 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