Portugal. The Man - Bad, Bad Levi Brown

If I were a bear, 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, growing walls, clicking stone
And the sound that's awful in our ears
Forcing sprouts and speaking out
Speaking out, speaking out (speaking out)

Like a carpenter, like these weathermen
Like my brother's (like my brother's)
Hands they never sleep
Like the foundation
Like the frames that meet
Like these builders
Hands they never sleep

Like a carpenter, like these weathermen
Like my brother's (like my brother's)
Hands they never sleep

If I were a god, I'd be the greatest of all
With a speech so soft and loud it would kill you
Standing up tall from the top of that hill
I'd shout out commands to down below
They're 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, like these weathermen
Like my brother's (like my brother's)
Hands they never sleep
Like the foundation
Like the frames that meet
Like these builders
Hands they never sleep

Like a carpenter, like these weathermen
Like my brother's (like my brother's)
Hands they never sleep

Like the foundation
Like the frames that meet
Like these builders
Hands they never sleep
Hands they never sleep

Written by:
John Baldwin Gourley

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Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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