God Help You Dumb Boy letra

Dumb boy, of what are you made?
My eyes are lazy, my skin doth flake
Then what good can you do?
Not so much as men like you
Dumb boy, what do you see?
A lesser man coming down on me
Tell us, what will you do?
I'll let my axe come down on you

Here by the water, I'll raise my kingdom
I'll farm my foliage, I'll raise my arms and
I'll sing my name with, with glory be's and
Here by the water, I'll raise my temple
Where no man shall be as smart as me

But I can't load the bullets and I can't use a gun
I can't have no children, so I won't have a son
I can't wake up early, so nothing will grow
I'll lay on my lands till the Sun hangs low
Till the Sun hangs low
I'll lay on my lands till the Sun hangs low

Dumb boy, you've done wrong
By what right do you good men judge?
You are in the contempt of men
Then gag my mouth and bind my hands
Dumb boy, why do you sing?
Huh, your guns - they are empty
Your rope - it is frayed
Tell us, what did you say?
In your empty chests my axe I will lay

Here by the water, I'll raise my kingdom
I'll farm my foliage, I'll raise my arms and
I'll sing my name with, with glory be's and
Here by the water, I'll raise my temple
Where no man shall be as smart as me

I can't load the bullets and I can't use a gun
I can't have no children, so I won't have a son
I can't wake up early, so nothing will grow
I'll lay on my lands till the Sun hangs low
Till the Sun hangs low
I'll lay on my lands till the Sun hangs low

Speak and follow
Your words are hollow
Your steps are heavy
You will not save me

Speak and follow
Your words are hollow
Your steps are heavy
You will not save me

God help you, dumb boy
God help you, dumb boy
God help you, dumb boy
God help you, dumb boy
God help you, dumb boy
God help you, dumb boy
God help you, dumb boy
God help you, dumb boy

But I can't load the bullets and I can't use a gun
I can't have no children, so I won't have a son
I can't wake up early, so nothing will grow
I'll lay on my lands till the Sun hangs low

I can't load the bullets and I can't use a gun
I can't have no children, so I won't have a son
I can't wake up early, so nothing will grow
I'll lay on my lands till the Sun hangs low

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