It's Powers
“… Bust ole rap for going armed,
Just in case he meant us harm,
We can’t have this trouble on our streets.
Lock em’ up-black or white-Beelzebub,
Wrong is right, but it ain’t flesh and blood,
It’s powers…
Haul away the Ku Klux Klan,
This time for sure we’ve got our man
To put an end to all this hate for good.
Lock him in big ol’ jail
Wife and baby weep and wail,
But it ain’t flesh and blood, it’s powers.
And who’ll be next to go?
It may be me, it may be you,
Draft resisters, junior league,
Left wing, right wing, picture man, or Jew
When they need someone to blame.
But it ain’t flesh and blood,
It’s powers.
And principalities, it’s powers.
And who’ll be next to go?”
