I been strangled by these songs
But I ain't in the wrong
And I ain't impartial no more
So as I try to die
Sell the blood from my eyes
A good they will pay you for
I don't mind if you don't mind about me
Like sweet Savannah skies
I'm too young to die
My Carolina kin
I'll be home again
My sweet mama insists
That my innocence has been levied
And auctioned for gold
But she can't afford this clergy's accord
Or at least that's what all her lawyers had told her
