Words and Music by Mike Cionni

LYRICS:

Work is hard, but that was yesterday

And now the sun is up again

I’m just waiting for my bones to break

They’ve gone as far as they can bend

Coming home to an empty bed

And I’ve got nobody to call

My back is tighter than my shoelaces

Against the corner of the wall.

I called the woman who knows everything

When I had nowhere else to go

She said, “I know exactly what you need”

And when I showed up at her door

A miniaturization of myself

Was cradled softly in her arms

She said, “Take it home and treat it very well,

But don’t do this figure harm.”

I can’t believe that no one’s thought of a personal voodoo magic doll

I won’t go anywhere without my own personal voodoo magic doll

Well, then I gave the doll a back massage

Ironed out all of the knots

I always knew that I was pretty good

But now I know how good I got

I told my doll that he was talented

And that I’m happy he’s alive

Now every night, when the day is done

I give my magic doll high fives

CHORUS

New York City with my voodoo doll

The highest building we could find

He’s looking down onto the streets until

A gust of wind comes from behind.

And as he falls I feel my stomach drop

All the blood, it leaves my head

For a few weeks I was feeling good

Now I’ll just be feeling dead

CHORUS