From the Album:
* Paradise in distress
In broad daylight
Your clean cut town
Has turned into a hunting ground
And Mama donâ"š¬â"ž¢t need no crystal ball
To see the weight
Thatâ"š¬â"ž¢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 donâ"š¬â"ž¢t need to read the cards
To thell you times are gettinâ"š¬â"ž¢ hard
25 hours a day
25 hours a day
Youâ"š¬â"ž¢ve seen it before
Itâ"š¬â"ž¢s been done to you
In another life, it spell taboo
Mama calls it
Mama calls it: Dj voodoo
When sweet turns to bitter
And not before
When wolves come scratchinâ"š¬â"ž¢
At your door
Thatâ"š¬â"ž¢s when mamaâ"š¬â"ž¢s tea cup prophecy
Will tell you how itâ"š¬â"ž¢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 spiritâ"š¬â"ž¢s song
Singing in her head all night long
25 hours a day
25 hours a day