There`s a burning cross on a hillside.
Still bright after all these years.
And you want to just smile and ignore it, but I hear your fucking fear.
I don`t believe that anything`s changed, at least not for the better.
I don`t believe that anything`s changed, and nothing`s getting better.
Dead words from a different time still can boil blood,
still have the power to crucify on a fence in America.
And the words you say are still smoldering.
And those crosses are still burning.
