1, 2...

Well, headlights kick the darkness of some back road of Alabama,
This time there'll be no news team, no A.P. or U.P.I. cameras,
Well, car door opens; he's kicked to the ground,
No one's gonna hear those hideous sounds.

It's a long time waiting 'til the justice kicks in,
I wanna work for my wife and pray for my kids,
Leave this world a little better than I found, oh, in the cold ground.

Cold, cold ground.

Yes, legislature won't change Hell's march and human hearts,
It's been such a long time since I've seen the Spirit moving around these parts,
Up from the blood of Abel under the earth,
Crying to the Lord, every drop screaming worth.

It's a long time waiting 'til the justice kicks in,
I wanna work for my wife and pray for my kids,
Leave this world a little better than I found, oh, in the cold ground.

The cold, cold ground.
In the cold...in cold ground,
Cold, cold ground.

There's a man in a field with a bullhorn and a sixth-grade education,
And he's feeding us all his twisted ideas of some kind of race relations,
He's got his finger on the trigger; he's been known to use it,
Got his boot in my gut - Lord, I'm sweating bullets.

It's a long time waiting 'til the justice kicks in,
I wanna work for my wife and pray for my kids,
Leave this world a little better than I found, oh, in the cold ground.

In the cold, cold ground.
In the cold...in the cold ground,
Cold, cold ground.