[singer B - male, baritone/bass, Cajun] I was 17 years old When the world stopped turnin’ We were last to find out The world was burnin’ I saw the flames The pitch black smoke Then we watched a second, metal bird Change the world We know [transition] [singer A - voice I assigned] Gentle breeze Carrying a scent An odor of something That’s happening again In the red south Where the shadows are dark Black bodies, swingin’ From trees, in the park [melodic transition] [singer B] I recall, Julie’s head In her hands, crying Terrified Of the coming hours Monsters conspired, and tore Down, our towers They tried to kill, all hope But when hope is frail Regular people, stand up [transition] [singer A] Parents tell little ones Go nowhere, alone People can see it The truth’s in our phones So high, that we can’t Easily pluck Somebody’s daughter Somebody’s son [transition] [singer B] I can see, Julie now Her hands up, crying Overjoyed By the coming hours Regular people, stand up… [instrumental] [singer A] I see a harvest In hot summer sun All over the leaves All over, the guns Scroll past the history We’ve not left behind The strangest fruit festers Before our, blind eyes…. [singer B] When hope is frail People, stand up… I will, stand up for you. Will you, stand up with me? I will, stand up with you. Will you, stand up for me? Will, You?
