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Abraham Lincoln Lyrics
Oh, Abraham Lincoln, carried across Ninth Street.
Oh, Abraham Lincoln, carried across Ninth Street.
The assassin, the coward, shot him in the head.
The assassin, the serpent, stuck him then he fled.
Oh, many, many, many, people gather to hear the word.
Oh, many, many, many, people tremble at what they’ve heard.
Snickering drunkards from cover of dark.
Treachery’s their master. Murder is their art.
From the temple grips his chair.
Watch the people climb the stairs.
Watch the leaves grow then fall
Blow across the empty mall.
Oh, Abraham Lincoln, buried and in his grave.
Oh, Abraham Lincoln, buried and in his grave.
The assassin, the coward, no grave for you.
The assassin, the actor, no applause for you.
Oh, Abraham Lincoln, carried across Ninth Street.
The assassin, the coward, shot him in the head.
The assassin, the serpent, stuck him then he fled.
Oh, many, many, many, people tremble at what they’ve heard.
Snickering drunkards from cover of dark.
Treachery’s their master. Murder is their art.
Watch the people climb the stairs.
Watch the leaves grow then fall
Blow across the empty mall.
Oh, Abraham Lincoln, buried and in his grave.
The assassin, the coward, no grave for you.
The assassin, the actor, no applause for you.
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Lyrics are incorrect. Should be; "Oh, Abraham Lincoln, carried across Ninth Street. Oh, Abraham Lincoln, carried across Ninth Street. The assassin, the coward, shot him in the head. The assassin, the serpent, stuck him then he fled.
Oh, many, many, many, people gather to hear the word. Oh, many, many, many, people tremble at what they’ve heard. Snickering drunkards from cover of dark. Treachery’s their master. Murder is their art.
From the temple grips his chair. Watch the people climb the stairs. Watch the leaves grow then fall Blow across the empty mall.
Oh, Abraham Lincoln, buried and in his grave. Oh, Abraham Lincoln, buried and in his grave. The assassin, the coward, no grave for you. The assassin, the actor, no applause for you."
Thanks, man. I got most of these together before I actually had access to the lyrics sheet. On another note--is that not the coolest CD case in years?
Thanks, man. I got most of these together before I actually had access to the lyrics sheet. On another note--is that not the coolest CD case in years?
It's a little fiddly, but damn cool.
It's a little fiddly, but damn cool.
This case is built of awesomeness!
This case is built of awesomeness!
Easily one of the best songs Clutch has written. Lyrically simple, yet powerful storytelling. There's a good chance my Clutch tattoo will end up being Abe Lincoln because of this track...
Easily one of the best songs Clutch has written. Lyrically simple, yet powerful storytelling. There's a good chance my Clutch tattoo will end up being Abe Lincoln because of this track...
Has anybody written a master's thesis on the poetry and imagery that are the threads in Clutch's music?
Whatever the answer, they are an awesome band. I love this song!
Just a good old fashioned requiem.
This song sounds disproportionately bitter given the time passing since his death. Didn't you hear Lincoln say, "With malice toward none, with charity toward all?" Perhaps had he lived to heal the wound cleanly, there would be forgiveness instead of spiteful memorial chants.