Read it in the papers, 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
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Some kind of Voodoo
Come across this land
Some kind of Voodoo
We need a medicine man
Everybody's lookin' at the sky
Can't believe the cover ups and lies
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
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Wonder should I go or should I stay
What we got ain't working any way
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
You
Yoodoo, Voodoo, Medicine Man
Yoodoo, Voodoo, Medicine Man
Yoodoo, Voodoo, Medicine Man
Yoodoo, Voodoo, Medicine Man
Yoodoo, Voodoo, Medicine Man
Yoodoo, Voodoo, Medicine Man
Yoodoo, Voodoo, Medicine Man
Yoodoo, Voodoo, Medicine Man
Yoodoo, Voodoo, Medicine Man
Songwriters
STEVEN TYLER, BRAD WHITFORD, BRAD E WHITFORDPublished by
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