Saturday evening
  
  A narrow path runs along the river
  From the burial ground you might see it
  Leading to a temple of secrets
  Where they meet once a week..to dance and feast
  
  Lula is dancing to the voodoo drums
  Twisting, turning, round and round
  
  She is ready to receive the LOA
  She is ready for the God
  This one is Damballah
  
  Voodoo, voodoo, voodoo
  oodoo, voodoo, voodoo
  
  Total emptiness inside
  As Damballah gets ready for her ride
  
  Casting out from Lula's head
  One of two souls that seems to be dead
  Travelling deep in a trance
  Lula's legs are getting weak
  The LOA has seized its horse"...sssssss
  
  solo: Dime
  
  Lula is not the one that's speaking now
  Lula is not the one that's lying down
  Drink, drink girl, drink the chicken's blood
  Drink, drink girl, drink and feed the God
  
  lf this is all you think they do, oh you better think again
  'Cause there is so much more to voodoo, oh than meets the eye
  
  Voodoo, voodoo, voodoo
  Voodoo, voodoo, voodoo
  
  Human hair on waxen dolls, pins through their knees
  Pins through their little heads, and through their bellies
  Ahh they're coming to get you, they're coming for you
  Ahh they're coming to get you, they're coming for you now
  
  solo: Andy
  
  Voodoo, voodoo, voodoo
  Voodoo, voodoo, voodoo... Voodoo...