There's a burning cross on a hillside
Still bright after all these years
And you want to just smile and ignore it, but I hear your fucking fear
I don't believe that anything's changed, at least not for the better
I don't believe that anything's changed, and nothing's getting better
Dead words from a different time still can boil blood,
still have the power to crucify on a fence in America
And the words you say are still smoldering
And those crosses are still burning