Dadda Chim Didda Chum (Hangin’ Around)

Take a walk where the ivy grows see the lamb in the lions clothes
In white sheets a coterie of ghosts the ignorant reap what the intolerant sow
Wizard quoting from scripture i’ll make you eat your words
You pass your judgement i picture you bound to the pyre with your face on fire
“get out” come out and see whats hanging around
“lights out” hate thick like a fog in this town
“bite down” on strange fruit swaying up in the trees
You can’t get back till you get back on it
With gods words and your daddy’s gun enough rope to getcha lynchin done
Just some good ol’ boys out for a night of fun dragged by the tongue boy and you better run