Lyrics:

(I'll never)

It was a judgement by colour
Caught out on the road in the middle of nowhere
There was a man, oh, shot in cold blood
But a sheet don't hide the wrong
It don't hide nothing
Yeah, it's the work of the devil under the burning cross (under the burning cross)
It's the work of the devil under the burning cross, yeah (under the burning cross)
Now his poor little babies been left there in the shack
And who's gonna tell 'em that their daddy ain't coming back
Mother cried mercy, she sees the one she loved, yeah
Shot down under the burning cross
Yeah, it's the work of the devil under the burning cross (under the burning cross)
Oh, it's the work of the devil under the burning cross (under the burning cross)
It's the work of the devil under the burning cross
Yeah, on and on
This is the story of prejudice and pain
And you better believe it
That all the facts, they still remain the same
But maybe our generation will help to make it alright, yeah
Because in this world we live under the burning cross
Under the burning cross
Under the burning cross

Hey, hey, yeah
It's the work of the devil under the burning cross (under the burning cross)
The burning cross, under the burning cross (under the burning cross)
(Under the burning cross) oh-oh