Abraham Lincoln

[Verse 1] Oh, Abraham Lincoln, carried across Ninth Street Oh, Abraham Lincoln, carried across Ninth Street The assassin, the coward, shot him in the head The assassin, the serpent, stuck him then he fled [Verse 2] Oh, many, many, many, people gather to hear the word Oh, many, many, many, people tremble at what they’ve heard Snickering drunkards from cover of dark Treachery’s their master. Murder is their art [Clutch] From the temple, grips his chair Watch the people climb the stairs Watch the leaves grow then fall Blow across the empty mall [Verse 3] Oh, Abraham Lincoln, buried and in his grave Oh, Abraham Lincoln, buried and in his grave The assassin, the coward, no grave for you The assassin, the actor, no applause for you [Clutch] From the temple, grips his chair Watch the people climb the stairs Watch the leaves grow then fall Blow across the empty mall