Portugal. The Man - Children Lyrics

Bury me in blood oil
(Bury me in blood oil)
Salt, sugar, water pails
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
('Cause Jesus can't save me)
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
(Bury me in blood oil)
Metal pail atop the rocks and moss
(Salt, sugar, water pale)
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 grow 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