Superstition

Very superstitious, writings on the wall
Very superstitious, ladders ‘bout to fall
Thirteen-months-old baby broke the lookin’ glass
Seven years of bad luck, the good things in your past

When you believe in things that you don’t understand
Then you suffer
Superstition ain’t the way

Very superstitious, wash your face and hands
Rid me of the problem, do all that you can
Keep me in a daydream, keep me goin’ strong
You don’t wanna save me, sad is my song

When you believe in things that you don’t understand
Then you suffer
Superstition ain’t the way, yeah, yeah!

Everybody scream!

Very superstitious, nothin’ more to say
Very superstitious, the devil’s on his way
Thirteen-months-old baby broke the lookin’ glass
Seven years of bad luck, good things in your past

When you believe in things that you don’t understand
Then you suffer
Superstition ain’t the way,
Ah, ah, no, no, no

(i aquí fusiona Superstition amb So What The Fuss)

If I’m caught at a dance party without my dancin shoes
And everybody dances on my bare feet
Shame on me

If I’m mindin my business just doin the right thing
And you try to front me off in the street
Shame on you

If a family’s waiting for that special blessing to
Come their way
But they ain’t tryin to get on their knees and pray
Shame on them

And if we live in a time where every nation’s fightin ‘round the world
Yet we can’t all agree that peace is the way
Shame on us

Shame on me, shame on you, shame on them, shame on us
Shame on me, shame on you, shame on them, shame on us

So what the fuss

Shame on me, shame on you, shame on them, shame on us
Shame on me, shame on you, shame on them, shame on us

So what the fuss