A Night at the Theatre Lyrics
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Album | In the Land of the Blind(2011) |
Type | Album (Studio full-length) |
Genres | Progressive Metal |
Labels | Spinefarm Records, Nuclear Blast |
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2. A Night at the Theatre
My name is Booth, “John Wilkes Booth!”
they all call.
Where is my home Dixieland that will fall?
They will all call it murder.
They cannot see it from our side.
Brutus finished Caesar as a tyrant
and he killed him in the capital.
And I did it in the theatre,
he was watching while my way of life
was dying!
I am trying for my home!
For the land I love, the brave
and proud South, land of cotton.
The evenings we were singing,
“O My home Dixieland!”
Ever will this nation suffer, union falter,
It can’t recover from this martyr,
the sacrifice upon the altar
of nigger-love!
Now through the night they
despair hunting me.
Dogs howl for blood to lament tyranny.
They still all cry out murder.
They cannot see it from my side.
Call me bloody traitor,
or a madman - I rebuke it
as I spit upon your union,
and the bastards celebrating
while my way of life is shattered.
Does nothing matter for my home?
For the land I love, the
brave and proud South, land of cotton.
The evenings we were singing,
“O My home Dixieland!”
Ever will this nation suffer, union falter,
It can’t recover from this martyr,
the sacrifice upon the altar
of Lincoln.
Now I’m waiting in this warehouse
they are coming and I’m proud
that I am dying...
they all call.
Where is my home Dixieland that will fall?
They will all call it murder.
They cannot see it from our side.
Brutus finished Caesar as a tyrant
and he killed him in the capital.
And I did it in the theatre,
he was watching while my way of life
was dying!
I am trying for my home!
For the land I love, the brave
and proud South, land of cotton.
The evenings we were singing,
“O My home Dixieland!”
Ever will this nation suffer, union falter,
It can’t recover from this martyr,
the sacrifice upon the altar
of nigger-love!
Now through the night they
despair hunting me.
Dogs howl for blood to lament tyranny.
They still all cry out murder.
They cannot see it from my side.
Call me bloody traitor,
or a madman - I rebuke it
as I spit upon your union,
and the bastards celebrating
while my way of life is shattered.
Does nothing matter for my home?
For the land I love, the
brave and proud South, land of cotton.
The evenings we were singing,
“O My home Dixieland!”
Ever will this nation suffer, union falter,
It can’t recover from this martyr,
the sacrifice upon the altar
of Lincoln.
Now I’m waiting in this warehouse
they are coming and I’m proud
that I am dying...
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