Deja Voodoo

I cut my teeth with bricks
A bottle in the backyard made me sick
We were only kids
And the parents were our
Well, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree
That’s twenty-seven pints for a 27-year-old
And so I’m told, bad habits have a nasty fucking hold
Same again as yesterday, all the way
Deja Voodoo
Deja Voodoo
Three in the morning is a warning
We are the street freaks
Call up, meet the dealer in the back seat
All of this for kicks
And that’s twenty-seven nights for a 27-year-old
And so I know bad habits have a nasty fucking hold
Oh, same again as every day, all the way
Deja Voodoo
Deja Voodoo
In the morning is a warning
We are the street freaks
calling going to keep me
Oh, who’s gonna kiss?
Same again as every day, all the way
Deja Voodoo
Deja Voodoo
Deja Voodoo
Deja