[Voodoopunks]
Ya ko, hoo-o-la-oh A-hee-lay-oh-la-hey

[Narrator]
And so the years they fly, a generation goes on by
And new faces, new places of New Albion arrive
The doll that Edgar brought back for Fay, well, sure enough
He’s Jasper, the same one that Annabelle herself called up

Edgar and Fay had a son, a young man who’s named Byron
And he’s inherited the Doll, his dear Jasper that he loves
After years and years of folks bringing back their dead ones, droves of Dolls fill the city in streets, slums and homes

Yes, there’s slums just full of dead
They don’t walk or talk instead
They’re like blank slates on which their friends and relatives project
The big subculture in these times is Voodoopunk, and every night
Byron and Amelia are immersed and acolytes

The red haired dwarf’s son ran the mob for years and years, but then
He was run out by two women and a brilliant mouse named Sam
The Voodoopunks, to mock the world, for city mayor run a Doll
They show up at the rallies and attempt to rile the crowd