Lyrics:

Tourists stumble down Broadway
Cumberland keeps claiming bodies
All our best memories
Were bought and then turned into apartments
The club with all the hardcore shows
Now just a greyscale Dominos
The churches overflow each Sunday greedy Sunday morning

Gift shop in the lobby

Act like God ain't watching
Kill the soul, turn a profit
What lives on? Southern Gotham
I'm the one who still loves your ghost
I reanimate your bones
With my belief
And I'm the one who still loves your ghost
I reanimate your bones
Cause I'm a true believer

They put up chainlink fences underneath the biggest bridges
They pose in Christmas cards with guns as big as all their children
They say that Jesus is the way but then they gave him a white face
So they don't have to pray to someone they deem lesser than them

The South will not rise again

Til it's paid for every sin
Strange fruit, hard bargain

Till the roots, Southern Gotham
I'm the one who still loves your ghost
I reanimate your bones
With my belief
And I'm the one who still loves your ghost
I reanimate your bones
Cause I'm a true believer
I'm the one who still loves your ghost
I reanimate your bones
With my belief
And I'm the one who still loves your ghost

I reanimate your bones
Cause I'm a true believer