STRANGE GODS, STRANGE ALTARS
(Gavin Richardson)

You got your blood red, a goat's head, a book and bell and candle
A finger bone from a baby child
Is it these things that make you hard to handle
Or is it love that drives me wild

You make a Hoodoo-Voodoo Catholic connection
Mix it up good with a blind man's curse
You shake out your hair and spit in my direction
You scrawl my name on the back of a hearse

Somethin's wrong with the sleep I'm gettin'
Your eyes flash black but I know they're blue
It's the dead of winter but I can't stop sweatin'
I never should've tasted your bitches' brew, you pray to

Strange Gods at Strange Altars
What you doin' to me with your witchy voodoo?
Strange Gods at Strange Altars
Somethin' supernatural brings me right back to you

Arched-back cat-like get down to your prowlin'
You twist and turn in between my legs
In the midnight hour I can hear you howlin'
I fall to my knees and begin to beg

Everybody tried to warn me about it
I never understood what I was gettin' into
I never should have laughed, I never should have doubted
I never should have tasted your bitches brew, you pray to

Strange Gods at Strange Altars
What you doin' to me with your witchy voodoo?
Strange Gods at Strange Altars
Somethin' supernatural brings me right back to you

I fell under your spell
I follow you down
Water and air
Fire and ground
Fire and ground

Somethin's wrong with the sleep I'm gettin'
Your eyes flash black but I know they're blue
It's the dead of winter but I can't stop sweatin'
I never should've tasted your bitches' brew, you pray to

Strange Gods at Strange Altars
What you doin' to me with your witchy voodoo?
Strange Gods at Strange Altars
Somethin' supernatural brings me right back to you

Strange Gods at Strange Altars
What you doin' to me with your witchy voodoo?
Strange Gods at Strange Altars
Somethin' supernatural brings me right back to you