Young blood 
Stick it out 
Face or palms to the sun [bad word] 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 
captive 
To the race 
He erased the chains [bad word] her 

Young blood 
Stick it out 
Face or palms to the sun [bad word] 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 
captive 
To the race 
He erased the chains [bad word] her 

Young blood 
Stick it out 
Face or palms to the sun [bad word] 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