Power In The Blood - Alabama 3

No time for spindoctor’s medicine

Cooked up by the government, selling me some cover-up

Sponsored information, crack pipes in the shopping malls

Nothing but another drug, a license they can buy and sell

I don’t mind dying

I don’t mind dying

I don’t mind dying

When that call it comes, I will be ready for war

No time for backhanded compliments

From bourgeois apologists desperate for an incident

Real-estate assassins, assessing my predicament

My dollar bills dependant upon it being in their interest

I don’t mind dying

I don’t mind dying

I don’t mind dying

I will be ready for war

There is power in the blood, justice in the sword

When that call it comes, I will be ready for war

Power in the blood, justice in the sword

When that call it comes, I will be ready

I will raise mah sword up right

To the bright and shining light

Stained crimson red with the blood of the unredeemed

And as I cut them limb from limb, and I dash all their kith and kin

You know, their bodies I will bury in the deep

Because there’s power in the blood

There’s power in the blood