Portugal. The Man

All Mine


They let us out from our zoos,
A fixed escape still, we didn't know just what to do.
It was steps and steps on missing backs,
And our hands had been bent backwards to match.


It's all mine, all mine.
It's all mine, all mine.

A pacing pace that races through,
Our will and bones that never know just what we do.
One hundred stuck stayed,
While a million more just played.

It's all mine, all mine.
It's all mine, all mine.

I shed my skin and just crawled around,
My body ached as I was rolling 'round.
Felt it as I slipped away,
Making parts and mixing up with the stars.

It's all mine, all mine.
It's all mine, all mine.
It's all mine.