In broad daylight, your clean cut town Has turned into a hunting ground And Mama don't need no crystal ball To see the weight, that's coming down 25 hours a day, 25 hours a day In the heart of night, it howls for more The beast that prowls, the killing floor And Mama don't need to read the cards To tell you times are gettin' hard 25 hours a day, 25 hours a day You've seen it before It's been done to you In another life, it spells taboo Mama calls it Mama calls it: Dйjа voodoo When sweet turns to bitter, and not before When wolves come scratchin', at your door That's when mama's tea cup prophecy Will tell you how it's gonna be 25 hours a day, 25 hours a day Tomorrow rips up your yesterday While it stars in your old passion play And mama can hear the spirit's song Singing in her head all night long 25 hours a day, 25 hours a day
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