Adrian Matejka - Cannibalism lyrics

CANNIBALISM Coloreds were here before these United States were even dreamed of. We have always been on this land. That's why I don't bother about what Booker T. Washington says. I'm a pure-blooded American of the first rate & I don't need to cast down a bucket unless there's no indoor toilet. After the Great Storm hit, the Times called us "black ghouls," cannibals eating coloreds & whites like Sunday chicken. They said we left babies in the street just so we could take a dead man's shoes. They said we sawed off fingers at the fat meat for rings. I was there, so I know what's true: whole families of coloreds shot down by whites. "Protecting the dead," the sheriffs said, sending buckshot at any colored in sight. Those dead people didn't need any more protection than the mud & rocks covering them. After the storm moved through, me & the other Galveston boys slept where we could, spent our days searching for anybody alive. We got paid whiskey & potatoes. We found dead mothers & sons, dead cats & skulls cracked like teacups under the wet wood & rock. That's all the storm left.