Voodoo next song/previous song The garden looked so rosy I was feeling so wild and free Now I can never get away I can hear the dogs after me Who directed the voodoo? Who connected the ball and chain? And what became of my finest hour? The song that I nearly wrote I was sure that the tune would come I had all the words then Now all I can do is hum Who directed the voodoo? Who connected the ball and chain? And what became of my finest hour? I didn't want so much But I'm holding out for more I never felt the punch But I'm halfway to the floor Well I must've fallen foul Of some old Egyptian curse The tarot looks so bad And my luck keeps getting worse I’m pushing boulders up the hill Feel like I must take my rest I’m trying hard past overkill Who's to say that I'm past my best? Who directed the voodoo? Who connected the ball and chain? And what became of my finest hour? What became of my finest hour? ©2002 Dave Ellis & Boo Howard song index