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Lyrics and Music by Nate Hegyi

The levee’s fallen in New Orleans tonight
the worker, his hands tied, can’t pull that black flag down
in Jena the beast writhes with the flames of Birmingham on its back

And how can you explain, darling, times like these?

Killeen’s eyes are open, and she can’t keep from crying
while in Washington the addict looks for a fix
my Father wakes up in Wisconsin where he sold his soul

And how can you explain, darling, times like these?

The bastard chic on Ryman care for nothing but themselves
rolled sleeves the emperor’s drunk on the wine I gave him
our backs were to the Egyptians, but the Red Sea wouldn’t part

And how can you explain, darling, times like these?