B. B. King - Troubles, Troubles, Troubles lyrics

There's a burning cross on a hillside.

Still bright after all these years.

And you want to just smile and ignore it, but I hear your fucking fear.

I don't believe that anything's changed, at least not for the better.

I don't believe that anything's changed, and nothing's getting better.

Dead words from a different time still can boil blood,

still have the power to crucify on a fence in America.

And the words you say are still smoldering.

And those crosses are still burning.