From the recording Wonderland
There was a violent storm down in New Orleans
A crazy boy was cruising Bourbon Street
Is there a zombie child hiding inside you?
Or a voodoo doll telling you what to do?
A crazy boy with no direction home
Looking for crazy love to livin’ up his bones
The clock struck twelve, demons running wild
With fiery hearts, fearless eyes
Crazy boy, fiendish face in the crowd
Within’ a tangled web of a crimson cloud
In the witching hour he floats across the floor
The graveyard dance opens the devil’s door…you better believe it!
Crazy boy, underneath a spell
Crazy boy, you do that voodoo well, you do that voodoo well