(song I used to do)
the country side was cold and still
there was a cross upon a hill
this cold cross wore a burning hood
to hide it's ugly heart of wood
father... I hear the iron sound
of hoofbeats on the frozen ground
down from the hill the riders came
Lord it was a cryin' shame
To see the blood upon their whips
and hear the snarlin' of their lips
mother... I feel a stabbing pain
my blood runs down like summers rain
now each one wore a mask of white
to hide his cruel face from sight
and each one sucked a hungry breath
out from the empty lungs of death
sister, come hod my bloody head
it's so lonely to be dead
now he who travels with the klan
he's a devil and not a man
and underneath that white disguise
I have looked into his eyes
brother... will you stand by me
it's not easy to be free
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