DON'T LET THE GRASS GROW UNDER YOUR FEET


Don’t let the grass grow under your feet,
I want to hear that music beat,
I want to scream and shout and say,
I want you to go away

When that voodoo power flows into my veins,
and it explodes into my head,
don't let me die before I am dead.

And when you hear that demon beat,
you gotta get off of your seat,

I want to scream and shout and pray,
I want you to stay away,
And as I get down upon my knees,
I’m begging, begging please.

I’m not your clown,
get out of town,
As the voodoo dancers dance,
such passion and romance the music fills my head,
its the dance of the living dead.

So if you hear that thumping beat,
And its deep dark and sweet
Don't hang around, get out of town.



Written by Eileen Daly