Hold Me Down

I Am Floating Away

Into The Overcast Skies

Over My Home Town

On Election Day



What Is It About Birmingham?

What Is It About Buffalo?



Did The Hate Filled Want To Build Bunkers

In Your Beautiful Red Earth

They Want To Build Them In Our Shiny White Snow

And Now I've Drawn Closed The Curtains

In This Little Booth

Where The Truth Has No Place To Stand

And I Am Feeling Oh So Powerless

In This Stupid Booth

With This Useless Little Lever In My Hand

And Outside

My City Is Bracing

For The Next Killing Thing

Standing By The Bridge

And Praying For The Next Doctor Martin Luther King



It Was Just One Shot

Through The Kitchen Window

Just One Or Two Miles From Here

If You Fly Like A Crow



A Bullet Came To Visit A Doctor

In His One Safe Place



A Bullet Ensuring The Right To Life

Whizzed Past His Kid And His Wife

And Knocked His Glasses Right Off Of His Face



And The Blood Poured Off The Pulpit

Yeah The Blood Poured Down The Picket Lines

And The Hatred Was Immediate, Yeah

And The Vengence Was Divine



So They Went And Stuffed God Down The Barrel Of A Gun

And After Him They Stuffed His Only Son



Hello Birmingham; It's Buffalo

I Heard You Had Some Trouble Down There Again

Just Calling To Let To Know

That Somebody Understands



I Was Once Escorted

Through The Doors

Of A Clinic

By A Man

In A Bulletproof Vest

And No Bombs

Went Off That Day

So I Am Still Here To Say

Birmingham

I'm Wishing You All Of My Best

Oh Birmingham

I'm Wishing You All Of My Best

Oh Birmingham

I'm Wishing You All Of My Best

On This Election Day