Voodoo Saloon - Jerkcurb

I know a man

He is I

The seasons will come

When you die

Our days are

Over and out

But your eyes still

Speak with doubt

You’re the voodoo saloon

Wearing the skin you were born in

You won’t be leaving here soon

You still miss the

Idea of someone to lean on

Should’ve had a thing

Could’ve had a thing

Would’ve had a thing

To start

My un-bar mitzvah heart

My marzipan heart

I have to say

«It's nice to meet you»

But I want to say

Whose eyes are whose?

Voodoo saloon