Well I stand up next to a mountain
Chop it down with the edge of my hand
Well I stand up next to a mountain
Chop it down with the edge of my hand
Pick up the pieces, make an island
Might even raise a little sand
'Cause I'm a voodoo child
Lord knows I'm a voodoo child, baby
I didn't mean to take up all your sweet time
Give it right back to you, one of these days
I didn't mean to take up all your sweet time
Give it right back to you, the rest of my days
I won't see you again in this world
See ya in the next one
Don't be late, don't be late
'Cause I'm a voodoo child
God knows I'm a voodoo child
