Macumba Love

Eyes blank, what can it be?
They move in time to that zombie beat.
Curse of voodoo, the undead ones,
gather for their feast of fun.
And the air is filled with cries of macumba love.

They roll their eyes
and their blood is hot.
They don’t know their names,
that’s cause they forgot.
Who’s behind this dreadful deed,
Using witchcraft from Haiti?
And the air is filled with cries of macumba love.

Eyes blank, what can it be?
They move in time to that zombie beat.
Curse of voodoo, the undead ones
gather for their feast of fun.
And the air is filled with cries of macumba love.
And the air is filled with cries of macumba love.

Curse of voodoo, the undead ones
gather for their feast of fun.
And the air is filled with cries of macumba love.
And the air is filled with cries of macumba love.

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