Mojo Lyrics

Mojo lyrics

They call him Joe The Dragon



He's on the water wagon



He's got that look of mourning and concentration on his face



Carries a 38 special



A six inch barrel



The saddest damn man in the entire human race











Mojo (4x)











Joe's mind is full of motors(?)



He is always taking photos



Of the remains of his beserk little twists



Yes ....(?) polaroids



Of his little golden boys



18 carat corpses with wired wrists











Mojo (4x)











Blood thicker than water will flow



The fire will eat the streets of old Soho



Daddy's out the back with little Joe



With his vaseline and his violin and bow - Mojo











Down on Compton(?) Road



Joe ain't never going home



Till he finds what he is searching for



Well mad Mathildas in his jacket



They crank and make him record(?)



As he does and make his funny little laugh and dance upon your floor











Mojo (repeat)