From the recording But There's Nowhere To Go


Blood Runs Black
and Stains The ground
through dusty ghosts and southern winds
that turn those fear born thunderclouds
to hurricanes of sin
that twist you till your mind is lost
and nail you to that burning cross
and they send postcards from the hanging
and we nail them to the door
of the church house that’s burning
flames are coming through the floor
400 years divided and this house it cannot stand
all the rivers poisoned in this broken promised land
the graves are swept
and painted white
a promise kept
to hold on tight
to chains and ropes that bind and choke
and bend you til’ your body’s broke