Hello Birmingham

Hold me down
 I am floating away
 Into the overcast skies
 Over my home town
 On election day
 What is it about Birmingham?
 What is it about buffalo?
 Did the hate filled wanna build bunkers
 In your beautiful red earth
 They want to build them
 In our shiny white snow
 Now I've drawn closed the curtain
 In this little booth where the truth has no place to stand
 And I am feeling oh so powerless
 In this stupid booth with this useless
 Little lever in my hand
 And outside my city is bracing
 For the next killing thing
 Standing by the bridge and praying
 For the next doctor
 Martin Luther King
 It was just one shot
 Through the kitchen window
 It was just two miles from here
 If you fly like a crow
 A bullet came to visit a doctor
 In his one safe place
 A bullet ensuring the right to life
 Whizzed past his kid and his wife
 And knocked his glasses
 Right off of his face
 And the blood poured off the pulpit
 Yeah the blood poured down the picket lines
 Yeah, the hatred was immediate
 And the vengence was divine
 So they went and stuffed god
 Down the barrel of a gun
 And after him
 They stuffed his only son
 Hello birmingham
 It's buffalo
 I heard you had some trouble
 Down there again
 And I'm just calling to let to know
 That someone understands
 I was once escorted
 Through the doors of a clinic
 By a man in a bulletproof vest
 And no bombs went off that day
 So I am still here to say Birmingham
 I'm wishing you all of my best
 Oh Birmingham
 I'm wishing you all of my best
 Oh Birmingham
 I'm wishing you all of my best on this election day