Sired by a Shaman... I was left as a child
Dragged from the craddle I was weaned in the wild
Running with the wolfpack
Flesh torn to shreds no compensation
I was left there... for dead
Read it in the paper it ain't fair
You know who today don't seem to care
Livin' lovin' gettin' loose
Masturbatin' with a noose
Now someone's kickin' out the chair
Ye gi gi git goa...
Some kind of voodoo
Come across this land
Some kind of voodoo
We need a medicine man
Everybody's lookin' at the sky
They don't believe the cover-ups and lies
Yeah... they been tellin' us since birth
Pissin' off old Mother Earth
My gones are by-gones prophesized
Come on
Some kind of voodoo
Come across this land
Some kind of hoodoo
We need a medicine man... ooooohhh
?
(I can't figure this out)?
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Oh oh oh oh
Wonder should I go or should I stay... ffffffff
'Cause what we got ain't working anyway
I did my best God knows I've tried
I feel like I've been crucified
Why did you why did you
Why did you take it all away... uuuhh...gi gi goa
Voodoo voodoo medicine man
Voodoo voodoo medicine man
Voodoo voodoo medicine man
Voodoo voodoo medicine man
Voodoo voodoo medicine man
Voodoo voodoo medicine man
Voodoo voodoo medicine man
Voodoo voodoo medicine man
Voodoo voodoo medicine man
Writer(s): Steven Tyler, Brad Whitford, Steven Victor Tallarico
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