(Bury me in blood oil) Tell your children we got another year coming Bury me in blood oil Build me black Jesus Shackles pulling at your hair I'm a heading down, down, down Down to the river 'cause I don't believe in medicine Oil stains the legs of this

Jesus children You'd better tell Your story fast And if you lie It will come to pass Don't lie to 'em (Tell your story) Your story fast Tell your story, story! And if you lie (Yeah, tell your story)

And there's nothing wrong with me This is how I'm supposed to be In a land of make believe That don't believe in me City of the dead At the end of another lost highway Signs misleading to nowhere City of the damned Lost children with dirty faces today

Tommy, can you hear me? And Tommy doesn't know what day it is He doesn't know who Jesus was Or what praying is How can he be saved From the eternal grave? Did you ever see the faces of the children They get so excited Waking up on Christmas morning