Nobody cares about Baptist Town,
The river flows heavy with hate.
And, two miles away at a party downtown
The food is five-fifty a plate.
The kids are runnin’ scared down in Baptist Town,
The bullets whiz by in the night.
An’ nobody cares about Baptist Town,
They ain’t nobody willin’ to fight.
Now hush little baby, don’t you cry,
Say your prayers and cover your ears,
It sounds just like the Fourth of July,
People killin’ people all these years.
The Devil made his home down in Baptist Town
On the corner of Anger and Fear.
The streets cry out down in Baptist Town,
But there ain’t nobody left to hear.