Children

Children - Portugal. The Man

Bury me in blood oil

Bury me in blood oil

Salt sugar water pales

Build me black Jesus

'Cause Jesus can't save me

Shackles pulling at your hair

Shine me from roots out

Shine me from roots out

Wash me from the neck down

Wash me from the neck down

Put me in the fat stores

Put me in the fat stores

Take me to the tree line

Take me to the tree line

I'm a heading down down down

Down to the river 'cause I don't believe in medicine

I'll crawl out shaking pale

Always got the answer I got ears all around me

Burn up in black smoke

Burn up in black smoke

Thick and pouring down your throat

Thick and pouring down your throat

Make me of bread walks

Make me of bread walks

Listen up with ears we're diving

Listen up with ears we're diving

Bury me in blood oil

Bury me in blood oil

Salt sugar water pales

Bury me in blood oil

Build me black Jesus

Shackles pulling at your hair

I'm a written page and a giant man

Never sick in bed so I never needed medicine

Tell your children we got another year coming

Oil stains the legs of this body

Speaks in tongues and croaks I'm heading down

I'll walk down to the river where we met our pales

Wisdom spilling like our southern friends

Met that pale atop the rocks and moss

Grass grips licks about our heels and bends

I'm a heading down down down

Down to the river 'cause I don't believe in medicine

When I crawl out I'll be shaking dirt

Never need the answer I've got hands all around me

Tell your children we got another year coming

Oil stains the legs of this body

Speaks in tongues and croaks I'm heading down

Tell your children we spent a year in this fire

Copper bands and hell's getting lighter

Among those lines we can only get higher

Tell your children we got another year coming