Tuskegee

Bad blood We're ripped from the tree Bad blood in me A simple word Tuskegee

Bad blood bestowed on me By a tyranny Left to rot and die Hear my bloody cry Tuskegee

Now don't be long, you don't belong here anymore Pack all your things and pray you're gone before the war So don't be long, you don't belong here anymore

Cry, dear boy, these helping hands aren't at your aid Fly, people, I'm telling you it's been to late Pure evil, the doctor hides a vicious smile Upheaval, one day we shall retaliate Run, father, they're killing you to help themselves Fly, mother, before long they'll want you as well They think they had their way and will again But in another way we will avenge Tuskegee

Tuskegee