Well, I'm standing next to a mountain
Chop it down with the edge of my hand
Well, I'm standing next to a mountain
Chop it down with the edge of my hand
Pick up all the pieces, make an island
Might even raise a little sand
'Cause I'm a voodoo child, yeah
Lord knows I'm a voodoo child
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 you in the next one, don't be late
Don't be late
'Cause I'm a voodoo child, yeah
Lord knows I'm a voodoo child
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