honey from a flower named Blue, Way down in California And the n New York drowns as we hold hands 'Cause I'm a voodoo chile Lord knows I'm a voodoo
I taste the honey from a flower named Blue, Way down in California And the n New York drowns as we hold hands 'Cause I'm a voodoo chile Lord knows I'm a voodoo
future like the cross your floor models Both feet in the snow so that my... follows We on more for the dead nigger, we pour bottles Drown sorrows, ocean blue