influence

In a house with crumbled walls
I was �Born�
Bloody linens litter the floor, around my
Hoodoo, Voodoo, Gypsy Mama.

And you just jealous
�Cause the spirits speak to me
And all you hear is a buzzin�.

But if ever your blood boils
Just sign your name on the dotted line.

And we�ll smell the perfect vibe
As it comes through a
Backed-up,
Speeded-down,
Rebel Anthem.

And how many colors can the world be
If you�re livin� in a kaleidoscope?

And we�ll vacuum up all that
Wizard-crap
And set the world
On fire.