[Intro] Dark sky, full moon over the graveyard gate Troubles on his knees, heavy head, heavy weight Ouija board set up on the cold wet stone Wearing that sweater saying "why you mad" alone Thinking 'bout Wicked in her shirt of blood red Chain around her neck that spelled WICKED, now she dead Black short pants, yeah she walked like a queen Now he tracing every letter on the board in between [Verse 1] Midnight strikes and the wind starts howling Drums kick fast and the bassline growling Troubles got the candle lit, hands on the glass Asking for a sign, can we bring the past back? Wicked was the baddest when she stepped up in the room Red shirt shining through the midnight gloom Chain on her chest had her name in gold Now her spirit in the shadows getting icy cold He pulled out the board, laid the planchette down Said "Wicked if you hear me, turn this dark world 'round" Fast flow talking to the spirit in the night Trying to pull his queen back into the light [Chorus] Bring me back to life, tear the veil in two Troubles in the graveyard calling out to you Wicked in the dark, can you hear the beat? Red shirt, black pants, fire in the street Bring me back to life, let the spirit rise Ouija board spinning under heavy dark skies Bring me back to life, girl, answer the call From the graveyard dust to the dancehall hall! [Verse 2] Planchette shifting, moving to the "YES" Troubles breath caught, heart pounding in his chest Sweater says "why you mad", but he mad at the grave Taking back the life that the dark night gave Soca pace pounding like a cardiac pulse Spirit in the air, yeah it's breaking through the hull He sees the red shirt glowing through the mist Silver chain flashing where the spirit world kissed Wicked stepping back from the edge of the deep No more shadow, no more endless sleep Hand on his shoulder, cold turning warm Two bad souls standing right inside the storm! [Chorus] Bring me back to life, tear the veil in two Troubles in the graveyard calling out to you Wicked in the dark, can you hear the beat? Red shirt, black pants, fire in the street Bring me back to life, let the spirit rise Ouija board spinning under heavy dark skies Bring me back to life, girl, answer the call From the graveyard dust to the dancehall hall! [Outro] Wicked back alive, standing side by side Troubles got his queen, nowhere left to hide Fast flow, heavy bass, let the rhythm ride Back to life, back to life, back to life...
