I had a mission I had a goal
Wanted to get rid of this foul betraying soul
someone suggested to try a voodoo doll
But that ain‘t something you go get a the mall
No, I had to go for the real deal
Something beyond crystal balls and coffee beans
I had to find a person with the right skill
I took the weekend off and went to New Orleans
I arrived I shopped around
Ate too much Gumbo till I finally found
this scary little shop, creepy as hell
a voodoo-woman gnarly as fuck
sold me the spell
She told me to use it on a certain date
I was distracted by her dog lucy biting my jeans
the magic would backfire if I didn‘t wait
And I was on my way out of New Orleans
Graveyard dirt and a rusty nail
chicken feet and virgin blood
Take the grease from a snail mix with Transylvanian mud
now spice it up with Spanish flies
To make sure he suffers
before he dies
Add curse water by druids at Stonehenge
And I guarantee you sweet revenge.