[Byron and Amelia and other Voodoopunks are hanging out.]

[Verse 1: Byron]
Doll-ay doll-ay, doll-ay doll-ay
Doll-ay doll-ay, doll-ay doll-ay

In the movement, in the nights of dead and dance
In the movement, the haunted held within our hands
In the movement, Jasper, love is why I do
In the movement, the love I never get from you

[Chorus: Byron]
In the movement
Come and dance through the night
In the movement
Ridden by the blinding light
At the crossroads and the barrow
We have come to court the shadow

[Verse 2: Byron and Amelia]
In the movement
Loa live within our hands
In the movement
Our voodoo opens other lands
In the movement
Drugs and dance and spirits whirl
In the movement
And we reject our fathers world
[Chorus: Byron and Amelia]
In the movement
Come and dance through the night
In the movement
Ridden by the blinding light
At the crossroads and the barrow
We have come to court the shadow

[Verse 3: Amelia and other Voodoopunks]
In the movement, in the nights of dead and dance
In the movement, the haunted held within our hands
In the movement, all for love is all I do
In the movement, the love I never get from you

[Chorus: Amelia and other Voodoopunks]
In the movement
Come and dance through the night
In the movement
Ridden by the blinding light
At the crossroads and the barrow
We have come to court the shadow

[Outro: Byron]
Can’t you speak to me
Can’t you speak to me
All the things we could share and conceive
if you’d just speak with me
[Byron continues to announce to the crowd.]

My friends these elections, this season to come
Your capitalists, socialists, facists and bums
Your left and your right are both out of their heads
So this year, for office, we're running the dead

Vote for our Doll, for he stands, never bends
He knows we are equal when it comes to the end
Your money and taxes, your debts and your gains
One day it began, we will all be the same

Your government robs you and bleeds you, and now
My friends, one day soon they will break your door down
Instead of this system, my friends, walk away
Come right at the crossroads, come do it today

You think that this world that you live in is all
Come feel the spirit, the baron, he calls
Don't be a zombie, vote dead all the way
Vote Voodoopunk, we dance with you on your grave