Don’t Let the Grass Grow Under Your Feet

Don’t let the grass grow under your feet
I want to hear that music beat
I want to scream and shout and say
I want you to go away
When that voodoo powered flows
Into my veins and it explodes
Into my head, don’t let me die
before I am dead
And when you hear
That demon beat
You gotta get of off your seat
I want to scream and shout and pray
I want you to stay away
And as I get down upon my knees
I’m begging, begging please
I’m not your clown, get out of town
As the voodoo dancers dance
such passion and romance
the music fills my head
its the dance of the living dead
So if you hear that thumping beat
And its deep dark and sweet
Don’t hang around
Get out of town