Portugal. The Man Follow

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'