Hold me down
I am floating away
In to the overcast skies
Over my hometown
On election day
What is it about birmingham?
What is it about buffalo?
That the hate-filled wanna build bunkers
In your beautiful red earth
They wanna build them
In our shiny white snow
Now i've drawn closed the curtain
In this little booth where the truth has no place
To stand
And i'm 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
It was 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 insuring 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
The blood poured off the picket line
Yeah, the hatred was immediate
And the vengance was divine
So they went and stuff 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
And i'm just calling to let you 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
Birmingham
I'm wishing you all of my best
On this election day