legba came a walking on down a serpent highway to watch the red buddah sun rise, burnt the last swig of whiskey down. he banged a shadow drum to sound a rhythm, fanning to the flickering of red candle flames. the devil plays dirge upon his violin, rosin up his bow and give the children something to dance to, as he's prancing red and naked in the flame. so burn the whiskey down and watch the red voodoo sun rise, we've been walking with legba a long time, a serpent river flows by the purple mountain side. claw hammer fingers curl around his demon strings and rip forth the rhythm to give the pixies something to dance to, in a castle by the sea. there will be no sleep tonight.