Big Bad Voodoo Daddy - 2000 Volts | Текст песни

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• Big Bad Voodoo Daddy
• 2000 Volts

He's got a sharkskin suit and a diamond earring
He's got jet-black hair, just like his mother
He's got a jail tattoo, from his long-lost brother
He's got a shotgun fuse, don't you pull his trigger

Broke from jail without a gun,
Public enemy number one
Killed a man on the run
On the lam, without bail
Headed straight back to jail
Nowhere else for him to go

He's gonna make his mark at a vegas hotel
He rolls snake-eyes, Jack, he's gonna make his money
But he's headin' west, on a killin' spree
Down in L.A., you know the killin's free

Broke from jail without a gun,
Public enemy number one
Killed a man on the run
On the lam, without bail
Headed straight back to jail
Nowhere else for him to go

(He was born on the 4th of July.
The kind of guy, when he spoke to you, he stared you straight in the eye.
You know, man, when he walked into the room, you would feel it.
And man, when he walked in the room, it sounded like this.)

He got a hundred years, and the electric chair
His final words were, I don't care

(The way the legend goes, is he was executed shortly after midnight.
Some witnesses say he seemed to be enjoying himself.
One witness said he died with a smile on his face.
He was one bad, bad man.)

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