Helter Skelter

[Verse 1: Don Quixote]
I could start with the transatlantic trade preceding the gall
Of those that bartered in flesh espousing freedom for all
I could start post civil war where the cretins who lost
Carved a bastion of cruelty and clouded reasons they fought
I could tell how they flooded Black communities into lakes
Or the Devil’s Punch Bowl and how gruesomely it explains
The fruits of the labor their ideology bears
And the putrid humidity that nightly wafts in the air
I still hear the spirits in the woods crying calm their despair
It’s them who possess my pen writing songs I breathe here
Where we’ll begin with the splash of bodies in rivers
Slain Black boys and young men dropping from bridges
They want it forgotten that way it can hardly send shivers
Because they way they covered up is even shocking to sinners
They wish that they could leave it all way back in ‘81
That’s a disservice to the mothers they were snatching babies from

[Chorus : Don Quixote & Brogodzilla]
The Devil went down to Georgia (went down)
Way down on the Chattahoochie (way down)
To the prevalent sound of torture (oh no)
Playground for the wrath of Lucy
I said the Devil went down to Georgia (went down)
Way down on the Chattahoochie (way down)
To the prevalent sound of torture (oh no)
Playground for the wrath of Lucy (ohh no)

[Verse 2: Don Quixote]
For 2 years prior in Atlanta kids were turning up dead
And the lack of response from police was working up dread
A serial killer was lurking there was surely a trend
Public pressure on Reagan saw the case procuring the feds
While parents in the city were suspecting the Klan
Disappointed in the leaders they elected to stand
Saying that they got fiber evidence linking the boys
But they were inking a ploy just to sink in the void
The thick rotten odor was a stink to exploit
The truth would reverse the boom that was bringing them joy
How you clear 30 murders while defusing the bomb?
Load a trial against a Black man, executing a con
While locking up guilty parties for crimes unrelated
So it looks like the killings stopped while the lies are debated
The situation painted solved in the eyes of the nation
Just a fabricated reprieve, a disguise on the hatred

[Chorus : Don Quixote & Brogodzilla]
The Devil went down to Georgia (went down)
Way down on the Chattahoochie (way down)
To the prevalent sound of torture (oh no)
Playground for the wrath of Lucy
I said the Devil went down to Georgia (went down)
Way down on the Chattahoochie (way down)
To the prevalent sound of torture (oh no)
Playground for the wrath of Lucy (ohh no)

[Verse 3: Don Quixote]
The parents so called hysteria was right all along
The Klan was dressing in costumes and driving the block
The FBI felt the facts would start igniting the mobs
Into a racial cataclysm and bring to sight from the fog
The ugly history that still bleeds on the present
Idolized by the fine folks breeding oppression
And it didn’t fucking matter that the mayor was Black
He still had to abide the system, be a player in fact
It was decided Wayne Williams was getting rail roaded
The witnesses paid villains just spinning tales loaded
Coerced testimony eventually recanted
But Wayne stayed convicted and effectively abandoned
And the mothers of the boys that had their trauma broadcasted
Portrayed in their grief as being wrong and bombastic
Would never see justice for the sons that were stolen
‘Cause if truth was told Helter Skelter would jump in the open

[Refrain: Don Quixote & Brogodzilla]
The Devil went down to Georgia
Way down on the Chattahoochie
To the prevalent sound of torture
Playground for the wrath of Lucy