The Séance At Harpers Ferry Lyrics - Mc Lars Horris

Well they hung John Brown in 1859 

After his revolt did not go fine. 

Trying to free the slaves was a noble cause, 

Like putting one's faith in the Wizard of Oz. 

And I know they've got John Brown in the ground, 

Yet I know his story's not fully text-book bound. 

And I know his body's a molderin' away, 

And I know his rifles have long turned to clay. 

But I figure it's time to bring him some respect, 

After all his spirit must be quite abject 

After being lynched for humanitarian deeds, 

Giving Brown a hand is exactly what he needs. 

So I'm here in West Virginia with my Oujia Board, 

To bring back faith in a soldier long ignored. 

It's possible you'd think my intentions are scary, 

With this séance that I'm having at Harpers Ferry. 

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'Cause now I'm channeling John Brown's ghost. 

Because John Brown was an abolitionist 

He did his thing at Harpers Ferry, though he missed 

The opportunity to lead a slave revolt 

Because the West Virginian army made him holt. 

He got caught by some racists who weren't down 

With his liberal liberation, much too profound. 

He was saving the souls of a suppressed race, 

Society cut him down, shoved their morals in face. 

They said John Brown, John Brown 

Just surrender now. 

John Brown, John Brown, 

We just don't know how 

You could ever think you'd get away with this. 

His public execution was their ultimate diss. 

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