Tourist on down Broadway
Cumberland keeps claiming bodies
All our best memories were bought and then turned into apartments
The club with all the hardcore shows now just a grayscale Domino's
The churches overflow each Sunday, greedy Sunday morning

Giftshop in the lobby
Act like God ain't watching
Kill the soul, turn a profit
What lives on, Southern Gotham

I'm the one who still loves your ghost
I reanimate your bones with my belief
I'm the one who still loves your ghost
I reanimate your bones 'cause I'm a true believer

They put up chain-link fences underneath the biggest bridges
They pose in Christmas cards with guns as big as all the children
They say that Jesus is the way but then they gave him a white face
So that they don't have to pray to someone they deem lesser than them

The South will not rise again
Till it's paid for every sin
Strange fruit, hard bargain
Till the roots, Southern Gotham

I'm the one who still loves your ghost
I reanimate your bones with my belief
I'm the one who still loves your ghost
I reanimate your bones 'cause I'm a true believer
I'm the one who still loves your ghost
I reanimate your bones with my belief
I'm the one who still loves your ghost (ah-ah)
I reanimate your bones 'cause I'm a true believer (ah-ah-ah)