"DRIVIN' THE VOODOO LANE" genre: Alternative Hip Hop
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	"The Puzzle of Henry Ford’s bones."
	CD: 1000 ORGASM'S
	Lyrics DRIVIN' IN THE VOODOO LANE Mad Fortune Tellers emerge from my cellar To prophesize Gremlins ‘n Trolls Sick Cement Mixers With torn out transistors Compete with the Ghetto Kings’ tones Your Spoils of Magic, Saturn’s Patterns Are stacked in my Three Deuce Goat But your Cloak, your Wand, And your Book of Spells Remain lost in the Voodoo Zone Your light gray Mercedes Flips a quick 180 Drivin’ down the wrong lane Headin’ up the freeway Old Volks on the wagon Follow blindly, braggin’, We are speedin’ in the Voodoo Lane Verses of curses from Ambulance Nurses Drown out the Thunder and the Rain Obeah’s Ferrari makes him quite sorry He’s chosen the Voodoo Lane I’m forced to slip Fivers To Bulldozer Drivers Who drive badly while They chat on their Phones They’re replaced by a Toothless Werewolf But he can gum ya to Death And he’ll swallow ya whole I meet the Thousand Pound Lad In the Tall, Brown Ford He’s a Master of Machetes, But I still Honk my Horn He claims he'll kill me, I’d take his Word But he Exits from the Voodoo Lane Higher Horsepowers devour the Flowers Agents on pension/Honorable Mention Fake Studebakers showcase their Makers Lights flash Big Brother’s Poems Red Baron stalks a trail Dodge fills up the jail Mister Buick tracks his Cadillac home But across the Street They’re less than Snails They’ve got the Force And yet they Fail They’re Refugees from the Voodoo Zone So the Nation’s Gas Stations Fund Investigations Until they clear out the Slow Side of Town Giants of Steel peel old Oldsmobiles Limousines ease into the flow… Hell yes, Their Speakers blast our Leader’s Speech She’s the Saviour of the Voodoo Homes It’s a much different day, a beautiful day To navigate the Voodoo Zone A Double-decker Carriage Advertises The Marriage Of Brigadier General Motors and Rome, As well as Wildcat Witchcraft, Arrows an’ Ashes, The Puzzle of Henry Ford’s bones Tunnelled Pollution Spells out “Constitution” Put some Lawyers in the Voodoo Brain Build a Fence ‘round the Highway, It’s a Mad Institution Helicopters can’t keep Demons at bay Oh yes, it’s a Very Good Year A Very Goodyear For Life in the Voodoo Lane Railroaders watchin’ The Hondas all flockin’ To the Dangers inside The Freeway talkin’ to me Oh, my Muddy Mirror’s crystal clear Compared to what’s ahead Let Toyota’s quotas pile Camel set the style I’m still depressed for the Voodoo Zone As a Dead Coronado squirts Oil and Water, And Smoke at the Highway Patrol Firestones shatter, Windowpanes splatter Battery Acid Explooooooooodes Bean Haulin’ Scholars Sleep just half an hour Till Time drags ‘em Back to the Road Designate drivers Taxi Survivors on to the Far Cabarets Unrighteous Spirits pop open my eardrums Like a 12-Pack o’ Harleys A’squeakin’ their brakes There’s no shortage o’ Virgins In the Voodoo Lane Oodles o’ Noodles, Plenty o’ Knaves If I wake up again Under Prison in the Jam I’m for early Armageddon, I’m the Grim Car Man I’m Poison, you mix Poison The Blood we fix is just a trick Poisons, mixing Poisons Smoke in the Voodoo Lane Some foresee a re-emergence Of the Evil Seatbelt Serpents Bringin’ Dancin’ back into the Lane There’s a Bridge above about to crack The Cat who’s prayin’ in Godzilla’s name But a Black Mass of Pollution In the Auto-Constitution Is the Only Real Problem For the Voodoo Lane Poison, we mix poison Smokin’ the Voodoo Lane

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