Hello Birmingham

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