Well I stand up next to a mountain
I chop it down with the edge of my hand
Well I stand next to a mountain
I chop it down with the edge of my hand
I pick up all the tiny pieces and make an island
Might even raise just a little sand., yeah
cos Im a voodoo child
God knows Im a voodoo child
I didnt mean to take up all your sweet time,
Ill give it back one of these days
I said I hate to take up all your sweet time
Ill give it back one of these days
And if I dont see you no more in this world
Ill meet you on the next one
But dont be late,
Dont be late
cos Im a voodoo child
God knows Im a voodoo child
