Sons & Daughters - Quaker City Nighthawks

Well hey now, sons and daughters
You've got to hear me, hear me
We've gotta go down in the water
Do not fear me, don't fear me
We've gotta go down a little further
Until our ears bleed, our ears bleed

Well hey now, sons and daughters
You've got to hear me, hear me
Because the stones don't make an altar
You've got to help me, help me
If you can hear me sons and daughters
Sing out heal me, heal me

Well hey now, sons and daughters
You've got to hear me, hear me
Because the stones don't make an altar
You've got to help me, help me
If you can hear me sons and daughters
Sing out heal me, heal me

If you can hear me sons and daughters
Sing out heal me, heal me