Voodoo کے بول

Darker times They’re telling boulder heavy lies Looks like all we’ve got is each other The truth is obsolete Remember when all I had was my mother She didn’t compromise She could recognize Voodoo Our daughters and our sons Are just candles in the Sun Voodoo Don’t let him see divide Don’t you let her see divide She’s got the whole wide world in her juicy fruit He’s got the whole wide world in his pants He wrapped the whole wide world in a wedding band Then put the whole wide world on her hands She’s got the whole wide world in her hands He’s got the whole wide world in his hands