Noose Songtext
von Lincoln Durham

Shackled by ignorant hands
Calloused by the prejudice and politics that make him a so-called man
Yeah
Sunday in the courtyard
Gawking at the fellow swinging to and fro from the gallows

Whatcha gonna do
If the noose breaks?
Whatcha gonna do if it don′t take?
Whatcha gonna do if your devil don't stay
Chained
Chained
Chained
Chained


Oppression begets the unrest
That unifies the crucified
And sanctifies their vengeance as a holiness
Yeah
White dove sitting in a cage
Choking on the olive branch
And waiting for his chance to unleash his cooped rage

Whatcha gonna do
If the noose breaks?
Whatcha gonna do if it don′t take?
Whatcha gonna do if your devil don't stay
Chained
Chained
Chained
Chained

Chained (To all you self proclaimed)
Chained (Spiritualised who profess to prophesise)
Chained (And try to exorcise my so-called demons)
Chained (Don't you patronise with your alibis)
Chained (And your shifty eyes)
Chained (Your shift shift shift)
Chained (Yeah, what you gonna do?)
Chained