Voodoo Bruise
Good, good, good
Used to be good enough
Why so tough to satisfy now, friend?
I'm not making up that trouble you're in

Turn your back
On love and you get
A chance to choose and a voodoo bruise
So think about it while
You?ve still got time to figure it out

Call on me one time, call on me two
Call me up and tell me- what can I do?
It might be much, but maybe this touch
Could pull you through

No, no, no
It's not like it seems
They don't pull you in, then push their pins
It?s been you, my friend
You?ve been turning all that trouble on them

I won't say a word

Words, words, words
I've heard them all
Even still, I'll wait until I hear from you now, friend
Before I sing a note again
I?m black and blue just like you?ve been