Lyric Déjà Voodoo

In broad daylight, your clean cut town
Has turned into a hunting ground
And Mama don t need no crystal ball
To see the weight, that s coming down
25 hours a day, 25 hours a day
In the heart of night, it howls for more
The beast that prowls, the killing floor
And Mama don t need to read the cards
To tell you times are gettin hard
25 hours a day, 25 hours a day

You ve seen it before
It s been done to you
In another life, it spells taboo
Mama calls it
Mama calls it: Déjà voodoo

When sweet turns to bitter, and not before
When wolves come scratchin , at your door
That s when mama s tea cup prophecy
Will tell you how it s gonna be
25 hours a day, 25 hours a day
Tomorrow rips up your yesterday
While it stars in your old passion play
And mama can hear the spirit s song
Singing in her head all night long
25 hours a day, 25 hours a day