Psychic Voodoo Doll - Deadbolt

I don't have arms I don't have legs I don't have any human qualities The devil comes and I, I try to stall and I Soon my subconscious and conscious might start to brawl And I put up my walls, and I, and they begin to fall As this cunning demon takes me as it's voodoo doll and I Darkness sets in as the horns start to grow Suddenly I become somebody I don't know Whoa, what do I do? This body's a temple of doom Whoa, what can I say? To, oh, make all of this go away I got many different names, but to you, it's all the same I be the crawling in your skin, I be the reason for your sin I be the cunning in your charm and I be the needle in your arm Call me once, might let you go But call me twice and then I'm gonna get ya Mind playing tricks on me, I'm paranoid, homie Nobody know what I'm going through God, I'm so lonely I know I'm losing it, I'm hearing, whispering Somebody's watching me, clocking me, hear my heart ticking Worshiping two Gods can get you in deep Crystal ball show you things you're not supposed to see Whoa, what do I do? This body's a temple of doom Whoa, what can I say? To, oh, make all of this go away You know I'm coming for ya, you see I'm comin' for ya You know I'm gonna get ya, I said, I'm gonna get ya You know I'm coming for ya, you see I'm comin' for ya You know I'm gonna get ya, I said, I'm gonna get ya You know I'm coming for ya, you see I'm comin' for ya You know I'm gonna get ya, I said, I'm gonna get ya You know I'm coming for ya, you see I'm comin' for ya You know I'm gonna get ya, I said, I'm gonna get ya You know I'm coming for ya, you see I'm comin' for ya You know I'm gonna get ya, I said, I'm gonna get ya.

Met her in haze on bourbon street Down in New Orleans Long legs black magic In cut-off jeans She came from the bayou backwoods Lake Pontchartrain Talking in tongues Driving me insane I'm about to fall I'll do anything at all For that voodoo doll Well she shook me like a rattlesnake Wrapped around me so tight Dancing to the Bon Ton Roulet Killing me all night Superstition intuition Moving in nice and slow Deep southern spell maker Stirring her gumbo I'm about to fall I'll do anything at all For my voodoo doll Fire black smoke Nothing is what it seems Too close to the flame Burning Cajun queen I'm about to fall I'll do anything at all For that voodoo doll I'm about to fall I'll do anything at all For that voodoo doll For that voodoo doll For that voodoo doll

A pearl for a heart and buttons for the eyes Stuffed inside with cloves and spices Chant your words in the night With needle and thread sew together your strange devices But I don't feel these pins and needles These pins and needles You have no power here No, I don't fear you anymore No black magic can control me And no curse can let you own me There's nothing you can do or say I'm just gonna do it anyway So go ahead, carve your candle With that knife with the white handle This is my life after all I'm not you voodoo doll With your old book of spells and strands of my hair You whisper the incantation It's your remote control over my heart and soul My behavior is your creation But I don't feel these pins and needles These pins and needles You have no power here No, I don't fear you anymore No black magic can control me And no curse can let you own me There's nothing you can do or say I'm just gonna do it anyway So go ahead, carve your candle With that knife with the white handle This is my life after all I'm not you voodoo doll I'm not you voodoo doll I'm not you voodoo doll Voodoo doll I don't belong to anyone I'm not a puppet with my strings in your hand I don't belong to anyone I won't obey your commands No black magic can control me And no curse can let you own me There's nothing you can do or say I'm just gonna do it anyway No black magic can control me And no curse can let you own me There's nothing you can do or say I'm just gonna do it anyway So go ahead, carve your candle With that knife with the white handle This is my life after all I'm not you voodoo doll Voodoo doll I'm not your voodoo doll Voodoo doll Voodoo doll

Digging away at myself The way that I do My little corner of hell Vacancies open If you wanna feel it too Making a break for the hills And Hollywood skies Nothing to give me a thrill Like silver screen lies It's true, can you feel it too Or is it deja vu? So close, so far away Got me wrapped around your finger But I'm pulling the strings When you tell me what you really mean You fill my lungs with gasoline Breathing in, burning you out I hardly recognize me I'm not sure I care Trying to find a release Maybe there's nothing I lose 'til you cut me loose Pushing away all the pain That I've left inside Rushing right into my veins Cut me wide open Drain all the truth Hollow just like you Until I light the fuse So close, so far away Got me wrapped around your finger But I'm pulling the strings When you tell me what you really mean You fill my lungs with gasoline Breathing in, burning you out So close, so far away Got me wrapped around your finger But I'm pulling the strings When you tell me what you really mean You fill my lungs with gasoline Breathing in, burning you out Breathing in, burning you out So close, so far away Got me wrapped around your finger But I'm pulling the strings When you tell me what you really mean You fill my lungs with gasoline Breathing in, burning you out So close, so far away Got me wrapped around your finger But I'm pulling the strings When you tell me what you really mean You fill my lungs with gasoline Breathing in, burning you out

Last time I saw Cole He was working a car wash Stole money and burned the whole thing Down for the mafia, got payed real good Next time I saw Cole He was working for the circus He used to get drunk and beat up some midgets, that was Cole He said, "You'd never believe the Things I've seen and done," that was Cole He said, "You'd never believe the Things I've seen and done," that was Cole Last time I saw Cole His picture was everywhere In movies, magazines, posed with supermodels, Presidents and kings and queens, that was Cole Last time I saw Cole He was in the Pope's entourage traveling through town He kissed his hand and everything, I couldn't believe it, that was Cole He told me on the phone, "You wouldn't believe the things I've seen and done," that was Cole He said, "Harley, You wouldn't believe the things I've seen and done," that was Cole Everybody from the neighborhood, They couldn't believe it, about Cole and everything His mother still lived in that old shack on Jones St., that was Cole He said, "You'd never believe the Things I've seen and done," that was Cole Last time I saw Cole He was in town, he looked scared and haggard, drunk or something He said, "Come to my hotel room, please," I met him there, opened the door He was in the bathroom, his body riddled with bullets I heard somebody coming up the stairs, so I ran I didn't hear anything on the news, Or in the newspapers, I called his office His secretary told me he had to go Back to Panama for business, that was Cole To this day, I've never seen Cole again I know his fate, But I shall not say a word about this To anyone, for I fear for my own life What he saw and what he did, I will not know But I know, that was Cole