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 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 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 pales filled and spillin' like our southern friends met that pale atop the rocks and moss grass grips licks about our heels and bends 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 comin'
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 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 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 pales filled and spillin' like our southern friends met that pale atop the rocks and moss grass grips licks about our heels and bends 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 comin'
