We moved on out our house ’smokin

Sayin don’t forget your southern pride

Sayin fight our wars peasant folk’n

You aint got no rights no more

There aint nothing left to do but die

We came out of our showers of firing

Shouting this in the name of god,

Walk past the mass of bodies piling

We ain’t got the time to lose again

They wipe out our city with a simple nod

We made our way bodies a’ blazing

Fighting again for our rights and more

We saw the cities being overtaken

The last of the men fall to the ground

The north had won the civil war