Punk Mambo

Gimme a skull, gimme a skull Sniffing the glue, sniffing the glue There's a price to pay For what I say There's a place I go For what I know No one knows the secrets Like I do Gimme a skull Let’s go make some glue Nobody bothers me out here 'Gators, snakes for them to fear I see the loa has you in its grasp Voodoo gonna kick your ass Gimme a skull, gimme a skull Sniffing the glue, sniffing the glue Gimme a skull, gimme a skull Sniffing the glue Tripping with you Come inside Prepare to take a ride Nowhere to run Ain't nowhere to hide Voodoo, hoodoo, do I? You do You’re possessed So let me see What’s inside of you Put my warnings in your mind Take them all to heart Time for the rite of separation I’m gonna tear you apart Gimme a skull, gimme a skull Sniffing the glue, sniffing the glue Gimme a skull, gimme a skull Sniffing glue, tripping with you Poor Jack You’ve got, no idea what’s inside of you That Loa is a crazy bitter old exile Don’t believe a word he says Take it from me I know what I see This exiled loa’s bitter Old and nasty Time’s running out To cure your curse There’s no way That death could be worse Find the priest, it’s time to go Trust me, baby I’m your mambo Gimme a skull, gimme a skull Sniffing the glue, sniffing the glue Sniffing the glue Tripping with you Don’t believe a word he says Don’t believe a word he says The priestess could do nothing for Jack The Loa was too strong

Submitted by NecroLord — Feb 14, 2026