bad bad levi brown
portugal. the man
i'd be the greatest of all
with a speech like god so dark and foreboding. standing up tall from the top of that hill
i'd growl up your fears from down below. they're restless spinning around
twisting hungry spitting tongues are restless
in the form of the god that's speaking out. speaking out
speaking out. laying bricks
and the sound that's awful in our ears
forcing sprouts and speaking out. speaking out
speaking out. speaking out. like a carpenter
these hands they never sleep. like the foundation
like the frames that meet
like these builders. these hands they never sleep. like a carpenter
these hands they never sleep. if i were a god i'd be the greatest of all
with a speech so soft that loud it would kill you. standing up tall from the top of that hill
i'd shout out commands to down below. they are restless tangled mess protests burned
and ears that bleed in rivers through the pipes
that heat your homes and families' plates. speaking out. like a carpenter
these hands they never sleep. like the foundation
like the frames that meet
like these builders. these hands they never sleep. like a carpenter
these hands they never sleep. like the foundation
like the frames that meet
like these builders. these hands they never sleep. these hands they never sleep.