Young blood Stick it out Face or palms to the sun Run through the muck for you Fill your bucket from the river Oh love Pick it up I got your back and front and sides These are the hands and minds of a giver
Ooh ooh ooh Young blood Ooh ooh ooh Young Blood
She opened her arms Her arms to the world The world Bent down to remind her To open her ears Her ears To the sound The sound of the song that would define her She opened her eyes Her eyes To the gaze Of the face of the stranger who helped her No longer held captive A captive To the race He erased the chains that compelled her
Young blood Stick it out Face or palms to the sun Run through the muck for you Fill your bucket from the river Oh love Pick it up I got your back and front and sides These are the hands and minds of a giver
Ooh ooh ooh Young blood Ooh ooh ooh Young blood
She opened her arms Her arms to the world The world Bent down to remind her To open her ears Her ears To the sound The sound of the song that would define her She opened her eyes Her eyes To the gaze Of the face of the stranger who helped her No longer held captive A captive To the race He erased the chains that compelled her
Young blood Stick it out Face or palms to the sun Run through the muck for you Fill your bucket from the river Oh love Pick it up I got your back and front and sides These are the hands and minds of a giver