Fire at the Firehouse - Ludichrist

Hey boys and girls, come and gather round

And I’ll sing ya little ditty bout ol' Joe Bob

Now ol' Joe Bobs' not around today

But his spirit lives on, I’m sorry to say

Joe Bob was a good ol' boy

Dressed in sheets, a rope his toy

Thought he was tough, a real man

A knight of the Ku Klux Klan

It made him sick when people claimed

It’s only skin we’re all the same

Then one night he hit the sack

When he woke up he was black

Was no joke, was no dream

Joe Bob Black could only scream

«Oh my god, holy shit»

Oh sweet Jesus

Won’tcha look at me?

Its like a fire at the firehouse

How could this be?

I’m like a doctor who get cancer

Lord hear my prayers

There’s a fire at the firehouse

And it’s not fair

Now Joe Bob, he was scared

And the KKK was mad, so he tried to explain

«It's only skin, I’m still the same»

They hung Joe Bob from a tree