Hold me down
i am floating away
in to the overcast skies

over my hometown
on election day


what is it about birmingham?
what is it about buffalo?
that the hate-filled wanna build bunkers

in your beautiful red earth
they wanna 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'm 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 one or two miles from here

if you fly like a crow
a bullet came to visit a doctor
in his one safe place

a bullet insuring 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

the blood poured off the picket line
yeah, the hatred was immediate
and the vengance was divine

so they went and stuff 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 you know
that somebody 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

birmingham
i'm wishing you all of my best
on this election day