Where is the witchdoctor Who drags me from this fear What will I tell him so I make myself clear I've got this bad taste in my mouth And in my soul I try to taste it Just to know what's going on Some kind of tribulation Strangles my mind It makes me wonder Do I have much more time Manic depressions Or just having too much time With my mind I keep on scratching But the itching won't go My legs turn red but I will have to go on And when I come home I find you shining like the sun I rest my weary head But you wanna have fun