paroles de chanson The Klan - Gil Scott-Heron

Countryside was cold and still
And there were three crosses on the hill
And 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 sucked a hungry breath
Out of the empty lungs of death

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 to be free
It's not so easy to be free
And nobody ever said it would be easy
And nobody ever said it would be easy

It′s not so easy, no it's not so easy
It′s not so easy, no it's not so easy
It's not so easy, no it′s not so easy
It′s not so easy, no it's not so easy