CHORUS
'Cause now I'm channeling John Brown's ghost.
Because John Brown was an abolitionist
He did his thing at Harpers Ferry, though he missed
The opportunity to lead a slave revolt
Because the West Virginian army made him holt.
He got caught by some racists who weren't down
With his liberal liberation, much too profound.
He was saving the souls of a suppressed race,
Society cut him down, shoved their morals in face.
They said John Brown, John Brown
Just surrender now.
John Brown, John Brown,
We just don't know how
You could ever think you'd get away with this.
His public execution was their ultimate diss.
REPEAT CHORUS
So I'm here at Harpers Ferry, waiting for a sign
To communicate with John Brown, through his mind.
And I'm focusing on his very brave deeds
Occasional respect is what the dead need.
Then all of a sudden, he appears to me
Like I'm Macbeth, and he's the witches three.
He looks into my eyes, like they're two jars
And says, "Hello, you must be Lars."
And I'm quite surprise to see Brown today,
Levitating like Slimer, and pale as clay.
Yet he looks tired, and he looks warn,
The expression in his eyes is somewhat forlorn.
I ask him for advice on racial harmony
He tells me to continue fighting bigotry.
He says we can look forward to a new society,
And that he digs the song I did with B.