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Mojo In My Pocket

The air is heavy with cancer and heat
Canned laughter getting lost in the breeze
Timeā??s up for the pale zombies
Donā??t think I can live in times like these

I sense danger
You better believe me

The little talk smothers the little town
I smell smoke
Wonā??t be the fireguard
When everything crumbles and falls to the ground
When everyone stumbles and kisses the ground

Donā??t you think you can count on me

I got my mojo in my pocket
Craving for the love that I canā??t get
Lord be good to your son
Burn his hands
Let him run

Donā??t you ever try to stop me