Fire at the Firehouse by Ludichrist Lyrics

Hey boys and girls come and gather round
And I'll sing ya little ditty bout ol Joe Bob
Now ol Joe Bobs' not around today
But his sprit lives on
I'm sorry to say

Joe Bob was a good ol boy
Dressed in sheets, a rope his toy
Thought he was tough - a real man
A Knight of the Ku Klux Klan
It made him sick when people claimed;
"It's only skin we're all the same"
Then one night he hit the sack
When he woke up he was black
Was no joke, was no dream
Joe Bob Black could only scream;
"Oh my God! Holy Shit!"

"Oh sweet Jesus won'tcha look at me
Its like a fire at the firehouse
How could this be?
I'm like a doctor who get cancer
Lord hear my prayers
There's a fire at the firehouse
And its not fair!"
Now Joe Bob, he was scared
And the KKK was mad
So he tried to explain;
"It's only skin, I'm still the same."
They hung Joe Bob from a tree