Mojo Songtext
They call him Joe The DragonHe's on the water wagonHe's got that look of mourning and concentration on his faceCarries a 38 specialA six inch barrelThe saddest damn man in the entire human raceMojo (4x)Joe's mind is full of motors(?)He is always taking photosOf the remains of his beserk little twistsYes ....(?) polaroidsOf his little golden boys18 carat corpses with wired wristsMojo (4x)Blood thicker than water will flowThe fire will eat the streets of old SohoDaddy's out the back with little JoeWith his vaseline and his violin and bow - MojoDown on Compton(?) RoadJoe ain't never going homeTill he finds what he is searching forWell mad Mathildas in his jacketThey crank and make him record(?)As he does and make his funny little laugh and dance upon your floorMojo (repeat)