Scene of the Crime


words and music by

john greene



We all wear the medals from our old campaigns

All survivors have their stories of the war

But there's no place now for cartoon violence

For power or the glory of god


They still play ' Sweet Home Alabama '

In the shadow of the old oak tree

Where the bodies used to swing in the moonlight

Freed now from slavery


There's nothing more savage than the white man

That feels like he's running out of time

Remember if you can while you're dancing

The south was the scene of the crime


Its not what you're dealt its how you deal

You know you gotta play out your hand

Freedom's got to be fought for

Are you marching or just playing in the band