Well I'm standing next to a mountain
I chop it down with the edge of my hand
Well I'm standing next to a mountain
I chop it down with the edge of my hand
Gonna pick up all the pieces and make an island
I might even make clothes from the sand

Cos I'm a voodoo child
Lord knows I'm a voodoo child

Well I don't figure no more in this world
I'll meet you in the next one
And don't be late, don't be late

Cos I'm a voodoo child
Lord knows I'm a voodoo child, hey

I didn't mean to take up all your sweet time
I'll give it right back one of these days, yeah