Got them pretty road cases. Protect our asses, protect our faces, protect our guitars, protect our amps.. Got them pretty road cases throw them out an airplane and they'll just bounce.
Church blew up in Birmingham. Four little black girls killed for no goddamn good reason. All this hate and violence can't come to no good end. A stain on the good name..
Ray, I got to tell you, you got to come take that gun back. 'Cause these things that I been shooting at are getting all too real. Don't want to hurt nobody but I keep on aiming closer.
Rising son, rising sun, beating down on me. I'm my daddy's rising son, world in front of me. But daddy, he ain't smilin' none, what could the problem be?.