Black and blue night ski

Spells from hell, neon lights

A hot Charlston night and he's walking by

Now you're cursed the worst

He just walks on by

Eyes black as night and sharp as knives

Look through the empty souls to the ghouls inside

Why all the tension? Why this release?

When the devil hit the streets he started shaking up things

Why should a sinner have to pray, have to stay all wrapped up in angel wings?

There is voodoo here- do you hear, stay clear

But the beach just swarms with the year to years, money coming out their ears

They paint the town red, that he shakes as blue as tears

-chorus-

Superstitions, cruel religion, witch doctor vision, sad long divisions

Please shake on by bad wishes