Portugal The Man

Children

Portugal The Man


Burning the 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
Wash me from the neck down
Cut me in the fat stores
Take me to the treeline

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
Thick and pourin' down your throat
Make me of bread walks
Listen up with ears, we're diving

Birth me of blood oil
Salt sugar water pails
Build me black jesus
Shackles pulling at your hair
I'm a written page in a giant man
Never sick in bed so i never need that medicine

Tell your children we got another year coming
Oil stands the legs, this body speaks in tongues
And croaks: I'm heading down

I'll walk down to the river where we met our pails
Filled and spilling like our southern friends
Met that pail atop the rocks and moss
Grass grips licked about our heels and bends

I'm a-headin' 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 got hands all around me

Tell your children we got another year coming
Oil stands the legs, this body speaks in tongues
And croaks: I'm heading down
Tell your children we spent a year in this fire
Copper bands and hells getting lighter
Line up in lines, we can only get higher
Tell your children we got another year coming