Gil Scott-Heron - The Klan lyrics

Countryside was cold and still There were three crosses on the hill Each one wore a burning hood To hide its rotten core of wood And I say father, father I hear an iron sound Hoof beats on the frozen ground And downhill the riders came Lord it was a cryin' shame To see the blood upon their whips To hear the snarlin' from their lips And I cried mother, mother I feel a stabbing pain Blood runs down like summers rain And each one wore a mask of white To hide his cruel face from sight And each one s**ed a hungry breath Out of the empty lungs of d**h And I say sister, sister, I need you to take my hand It's always lonely when it's time to stand He who rides with the klan Is a devil and not a man For underneath his white disguise I have looked into his eyes And I say brother, brother, stand by me It's not so easy to be free Father, mother, sister, brother, stand by me It's not so easy to be free It's not so easy to be free It's not so easy to be free Nobody ever said it would be easy Nobody ever said it would be easy It's not so easy, no it's not so easy