Burning Cross - Noiseworks

It was a judgment by color

Caught out on the road

In the middle of nowhere

There was a man, oh, shot in cold blood

But a sheet don’t hide the wrong

It don’t hide nothing

Yeah, it’s the work of the devil

Under the burning cross

(Under the burning cross)

It’s the work of the devil

Under the burning cross, yeah

(Under the burning cross)

Now his poor little babies

Been left there in the shack

And who’s gonna tell 'em

That their daddy ain’t coming back

Mother cries mercy

She sees the one she loved, yeah

Shot down under the burning cross

Yeah, it’s the work of the devil

Under the burning cross

(Under the burning cross)

Oh, it’s the work of the devil

Under the burning cross

(Under the burning cross)

Yeah, it’s the work of the devil

Under the burning cross

Yeah, on and on

Now this is the story of prejudice and pain

And you better believe it

That all the facts they still remain the same

But maybe our generation will help to make it alright

Yeah 'cause in this world we live

Under the burning cross

Under the burning cross

Under the burning cross

Hey!

Hey!

Yeah, it’s the work of the devil

Under the burning cross

(Under the burning cross)

Under the burning cross

(Under the burning cross)

Under the burning cross