Children - Portugal. The Man

Birth me of 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

wash me form the neck down

cut me fat stores

take me to the tree line

I’m a headin down down down

down to the river cause I don’t believe in medicine

I’ll crawl out shakin pale

always got the answer I got ears all around me

burn up in black smoke

thick and pourin down your throat

make me of bread walks

listen up with ears we’re divin

birth me of blood oil

salt sugar water pales

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 need that medicine

I’ll crawl out shakin' pale

always got the answer i got ears all around me

tell your children we got another year comin'

oil stands the legs this body speaks in tongues and croaks «I'm headin' down»

I’ll walk down to the river where we met our pails

filled and spillin like our southern friends

met that pail atop the rocks and moss

grass grips licks about our heels and bends

we don’t need you we got sun for days

tell your children we got another year comin'

oil stands the legs this body speaks in tongue and croaks «Im headin' down»

tell your children we spent a year in this fire

copper bands and hell’s getting lighter line up in lines we can only get higher

tell your children we got another year comin'