(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

The medicine go down Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down In a most delightful way And ev'ry task you undertake Becomes a piece of cake A lark! a spree! it's very clear to see that That a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down A