Text: Rustic Overtones. Shaker.

Black and blue night sky
Spells from hell, neon lights
A hot Charleston night and he's walking by
Now you're cursed the worst he just shakes on by
Eyes black as night and sharp as knives
Look through the empty souls to the gouls inside


-chorus- Why all this tension?
Why this release?
When the devil hit the streets he started shanking 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 years 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