Tennessee GuillotineWeary yearning-
Tennessee guillotines.
Whiskey soaked,
charcoal sweet,
humid rage of freedom
through the hills.
Can you hear the spectral protest of
their footfalls through the hills..?
We're lonely in our southern lands.
Uphill,
forever uphill
chained to holy ignorance,
bequeathed pastoral promises.
"Live and die,
away, away, away...
deceived despair
down south in Dixie."
Sweat and tears
drain into the Cumberland,
buried under weight of
such countless crimes of hate.
Corrupted undertakers,
jingoistic,
crooning hymnals
drenched in blood.
Our blood.
Even so,
we dream,
we march.
We howl.
'Til our fury floods the valley,
drowning tyrants in their sins.
'Til our flames make ash of pulpits.
'Til their prejucide decays.Play Count: 298