Breathe this air in, feel it holding you up
All the boys around you with life in their lungs
Sunday afternoon, June 24th
The sweltering city, baby, hear that knock at the door
Luther, can't you hear that knock?
There are flames and they're rising, oh God, no
No escape, all the smoke is choking us
There'll be nothing left to save
So come on lift me up, carry me
I once told my mother that I'd be free
Your Sunday will come, you'll be born again
The city will hold you to its chest, you will not die in sin
They're all gone, they can't hold you up
So breathe the air in and let it carry you my love
Luther, can't you hear that knock?
There are flames and they're rising, oh God, no
No escape, all the smoke is choking us
There'll be nothing left to save
So come on lift me up, carry me
My mother spat and swore she'd bury me
Maybe that's the way it's meant to be
That's the price we paid for freedom
There are flames and they're rising, oh God, no
No escape, all the smoke is choking us
Clung together we are saved
So lift me up or bury me
My father never said another word to me
My mother locked the door as I turned to leave
So I guess that I am free
And when I am gone
When the last breath leaves my lungs
Bury me in a fruit jar with the boys that I loved