Verse 1
Nola streets went quiet
Brass horns lost their breath
We packed up all our rum and gris-gris
Left the river to the dead
Clattered down the cobblestones
With one shoe and one spell
The rhythm flatlined Friday
So we booked a motel
Pre-Chorus
Click of heels on asphalt
Broke the midnight hush
Carried every hex we owned
Through the Carolina brush
Chorus
Winston-Salem knows our voices
Witches walk the neon row
Honey love and midnight potions
Dancing where the magic goes
Post-Chorus
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Spin the spell
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Twist it well
Verse 2
Townhouse on the corner
Drum skin stretched and tight
We brew a batch of moon juice
Under candlelight
Old church choir down the block
Sings in gregorian tongue
But our congolese rumba
Keeps the voodoo young
Pre-Chorus
Galactica in the speakers
Funk beneath the floor
Every broomstick tilts the needle
Till we can't take no more
Chorus
Winston-Salem knows our voices
Witches walk the neon row
Honey love and midnight potions
Dancing where the magic goes
Post-Chorus
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Spin the spell
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Twist it well
Bridge
Lost the Big Easy heartbeat
Traded swamp for smoke
But a hex don't ask for mercy
And a spell don't beg or joke
Click click click our heels now
On this Carolina ground
Every mambo drips with honey
Every curse is gospel sound
Chorus
Winston-Salem knows our voices
Witches walk the neon row
Honey love and midnight potions
Dancing where the magic goes
Post-Chorus
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Spin the spell
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Twist it well
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Brew it right
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Through the night
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