Lyrics:

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 I'm a voodoo child God knows I'm a voodoo child I didn't mean to take up all your sweet time, I'll give it back one of these days I said I hate to take up all your sweet time I'll give it back one of these days And if I don't see you no more in this world I'll meet you on the next one But don't be late, Don't be late 'cos I'm a voodoo child God knows I'm a voodoo child