Hop in the car
We're on an adventure
Driving all the way to Mobile
This is your cousin and
This is your hometown
From many generations ago
Walk through the graveyard
Me and my brothers are
Staring at stones in the ground
That's great-grandma Sarah
Slave-owner from Selma
Can you feel her rollin' around?
Wrote in my diary
I'll get my matches and gasoline
Oh I wrote in my diary
I'll burn it all till it's smithereens
They'll ask me
"Why did you burn down Mobile?
Can't you see there's something beautiful here?
Why did you burn down Mobile?
And get off your high horse
You're not the victim here"
Dining room ceilings
Stretch up to the heavens
Portraits on every wall
That's great-grandma Sarah
Slave-owner from Selma
She holds her guitar just like you
Wrote in my diary
I'll get my matches and gasoline
Oh I wrote in my diary
I'll burn it all till it's smithereens
They'll ask me
"Why did you burn down Mobile?
Can't you see there's something beautiful here?
Why did you burn down Mobile?
And get off your high horse
You're not the victim here"
Welcome to church
It's all marble and windows
And big money stained into glass
And Jesus the savior is
Dying across from
Highly hung confederate flags
Saw a black woman and
Then a policeman
Her body was pulled to the ground
It seems like nothing has
Changed in Mobile
Except me and my brothers are in town
Wrote in my diary
I'll get my matches and gasoline
Oh I wrote in my diary
I'll burn it all till it's smithereens
They'll ask me
"Why did you burn down Mobile?
Can't you see there's something beautiful here?
Why did you burn down Mobile?
And get off your high horse
You're not the victim here"