Well I wish I weren't in the Land of Cotton
Where the days of slaves are not forgotten
And the racists say those days were great
But the rest of us see through the hate
Got the monuments, got the Stars and Bars
Flying ten feet high on their jacked-up cars
Call it southern pride, call it what you will
Turn the clock way back to a time to kill
Look away... Dixieland
Run away... Dixieland
It was long away but we won't forget
How they used Jim Crow as a safety net
And the thin red line's still used today
Like the thick brown rope by the KKK
Now the trolls line up for their money shot
Now they pride themselves on their moral rot
Now the tempers flare and the body drop
When the violence starts, it'll never stop
Look away... Dixieland
Run away... Dixieland
The racists never went away
The Civil War is here to stay
Well I wish I weren't in the Land of Cotton
Where the days of slaves are not forgotten
Look away...
Look away...
Look away...
Look away!