Well, headlights kick the darkness of some back road of Alabama   This time there'll be no news team   No AP or UPI cameras   Well, car door opens   He's kicked to the ground   No one's gonna hear those hideous sounds      It's a long time waiting 'til the justice kicks in   I wanna work for my wife and pray for my kids   Leave this world a little better than I found   Oh, in the cold ground      Yes, legislation won't change hell's march in human hearts   It's been such a long time since I've seen the Spirit moving around these parts   Now from the blood of Abel under the earth   Crying to the Lord   Every drop screaming worth      There's a man in the field with a bullhorn and a sixth-grade education   And he's feeding us all his twisted ideas of some kind of race relations   He's got his finger on the trigger   He's been known to use it   He's got his boot in my gut   Lord, I'm sweating bullets