Make An Example Out of Me
S: Make an Example Out of Me
![[Infamous]](https://i.pinimg.com/736x/7d/f7/76/7df776e4140b9145ab58914e2d9f05d1.jpg)
Intro:
Aletheia,
Aletheia...
Alleluia,
Alleluia…
V1:
Bernard Brown held a pitchfork in hand
A tiller of the soil, a reaper of the land.
Once in bondage, now free,
He spread his hands to the Creator and said,
“Deliver us, O Lord, let me lead,
Lead us straight into the Promise Land, O,
Have mercy on me.”
Throwing salt into the eyes of the damned,
Red soles on fire, walking on coals.
Palms out for the penitent, Proud Mary burning.
And as his brothers and sisters climb the hill,
The river rolls through the bend, climbing to heights unknown.
Crossing the gate to the Promise Land, O frigid lands upturned!
The Midnight Train on steady rails,
All at the fingertips of a conductor, a dovetail escaping the terrestrial jail.
“Bernard, Bernard, Brother Brown,
You’ve lifted our spirits and our bodies too- Hear now, hear now,
You’re the bravest man any of us ever did knew!”
C:
Strung up and strung out,
Dragged through the mud until our lights gave out.
Lovers, visionaries, healers, wonders,
Struck with power, the lightning and the thunder.
You sank us down, but we still screamed,
And we became stronger than you ever dreamed.
We turn hatred into veneration
To guide the light of an entire generation.
V2:
Big Eagle, man of medicine and much aplenty,
Put his aged palms on the foreheads of many children
Healing the soul, offering warmth,
His heart was a blanket of the most natural sort.
But when blood ran heavy down the old oak trees,
Big Eagle took to the river in the dead of night
And saved the children from the dead man’s fight.
Hiding underneath a bramble bush,
The doctor told the crying children to hush.
He took an arrow and a bow,
Marched up the bend and hide undertow.
With children safe in Sky Woman’s grasp,
He gave a mighty yell, and with a deep, smokey rasp,
Big Eagle fought until he reached the shore,
And shot every last marauder until they dropped to the floor.
C:
Strung up and strung out,
Dragged through the mud until our lights gave out.
Lovers, visionaries, healers, wonders,
Struck with power, the lightning and the thunder.
You sank us down, but we still screamed,
And we became stronger than you ever dreamed.
We turn hatred into veneration
To guide the light of an entire generation.
V3:
Dahlia Gray, full of joy,
Loved every woman, and all women loved her more.
Mother of three, with hair done up right,
She served up a potful of soup every night
To those who were sullen, those that were meek,
Those whom beating had made silent and bleak.
No one would Ms. Gray turn away,
Not even Magdalena, a young lady from Cartagena.
Magdalena, bleeding and crying, swollen and barren,
Had witnessed a gift fly away from her sight.
A woman in shambles, a lady with no ring,
She could not manage, oh, how her heart felt the sting!
When Dahlia was done, Magdalena was swaddled,
Comforted, and in care-
She was cleaned up, made pretty, from her toes to her hair.
Her body, so tender, did Dahlia clean,
And made the young lady a bed for her sweet dreams.
When Magdalena was treated with kindness, she wept:
“Oh, Ms. Gray!
Your love, sweet Mother, I can never repay!”
C:
Strung up and strung out,
Dragged through the mud until our lights gave out.
Lovers, visionaries, healers, wonders,
Struck with power, the lightning and the thunder.
You sank us down, but we still screamed,
And we became stronger than you ever dreamed.
We turn hatred into veneration
To guide the light of an entire generation. (x2)