Deja Voodoo

* Paradise in distress

In broad daylight
Your clean cut town
Has turned into a hunting ground
And Mama donâ? t need no crystal ball
To see the weight
Thatâ? 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 donâ? t need to read the cards
To thell you times are gettinâ? hard
25 hours a day
25 hours a day
Youâ? ve seen it before
Itâ? s been done to you
In another life, it spell taboo
Mama calls it
Mama calls it: Déjà voodoo
When sweet turns to bitter
And not before
When wolves come scratchinâ?
At your door
Thatâ? s when mamaâ? s tea cup prophecy
Will tell you how itâ? 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 spiritâ? s song
Singing in her head all night long
25 hours a day
25 hours a day