Bad blood

We're ripped from the tree

Bad blood in me

A simple word

Tuskegee

Bad blood bestowed on me

By a tyranny

Left to rot and die

Hear my bloody cry

Tuskegee

Now don't be long, you don't belong here anymore

Pack all your things and pray you're gone before the war

So don't be long, you don't belong here anymore

Cry, dear boy, these helping hands aren't at your aid

Fly, people, I'm telling you it's been to late

Pure evil, the doctor hides a vicious smile

Upheaval, one day we shall retaliate

Run, father, they're killing you to help themselves

Fly, mother, before long they'll want you as well

They think they had their way and will again

But in another way we will avenge

Tuskegee

Tuskegee