Tecolote - Bread

Voodoo woman made a doll of me

And ever since then I been in misery

She said I did her pretty little daughter bad

And ever since then she’s been driving me mad

Let me go, let me go, Tecolote

Set me free, let me be, Tecolote

Drums keep beatin' in my head all night

Poltergeists knockin' on my left and right

Pain and a fever running 103

Just because her daughter wants to marry me

Rather die, rather die than get married

Let me go, tell her no, tell her no

You heard my story and you now know why

A strange old woman makes a grown man cry

And next time a pretty pretty turns your head

You better take a look at her mother instead

Let me go, let me go, Tecolote

Let me be, set me free, let me free