Roger B. Taney

If I land in your fire, I won't burn
I hear what you're screaming, now it's my turn
Summon your ghosts as your idols fall
Scared little men who will never stand tall

You are nothing more than an open mouth
Two feet in the grave of a receding South

It's not over

You are nothing more than an open mouth
Two feet in the grave of a receding South

It's not over

You are nothing more than an open mouth
Two feet in the grave of a receding South

If I land in your fire, I won't burn
I hear what you're screaming, now it's my turn
Summon your ghosts as your idols fall
Scared little men who will never stand tall



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Yonki, Francis Beringer, Jacob Kimberley, Stefanie Zaenker
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