If you can’t speak out against this kind of thing, a crime that’s so unjust
Your eyes are filled with dead men’s dirt, your mind is filled with dust
Your arms and legs they must be in shackles and chains, and your blood
it must refuse to flow
For you let this human race fall down so God-awful low
Got my amp back and I had to choose a record to play first up. This was it.
This one has, as Cynthia Gooding said, "some lines in it that'll make you stop breathing"