Srinivas Lyrics
Srinivas - Marc Ribot
Lyricist：Marc Ribot
Dark was the night
Cold was the ground
When they shot
Srinivas
Kuchibhotla down
It was in Austin's Bar and Grill
But it could've been most anyone
A madman pulled the trigger
Donald Trump loaded the gun
My country 'tis of thee
Srinivas
Was an engineer
Srinivas
Was his wife
Like so many here before them
They come here to build the life
They were plannin' their first child
But it was not to be
But a stranger shot Srinivas down
Screamin'
Get out of my country
My country 'tis of thee
I was born in America
And it's right here I intend to stay
But my country's hurtin' now
There's a few things I need to say
If you fly a flag of hate
Then you ain't no kin to me
And to Srinivas Kuchibhotla's surviving family
My country 'tis of thee
My country 'tis of thee
My country 'tis of thee
My country 'tis of thee
My country 'tis of thee
My country 'tis of thee
My country 'tis of thee
My country 'tis of thee
My country 'tis of thee
Kuchibhotla
My country 'tis of thee
Eric Garner
My country 'tis of thee
Heather Heyer
My country 'tis of thee
Jackson
My country 'tis of thee
Sanders Tennessee Ethel
My country 'tis of thee
Rice Frankie Best
My country 'tis of thee
Michael Brown David Simmons
My country 'tis of thee
My country 'tis of thee
My country 'tis of thee
My country 'tis of thee
My country 'tis of thee
My country 'tis of thee
My country 'tis of thee
My country 'tis of thee
My country 'tis of thee
My country 'tis of thee
My country 'tis of thee
My country 'tis of thee
My country 'tis of thee
My country 'tis of thee
My country 'tis of thee
My country 'tis of thee
My country 'tis of thee
My country 'tis of thee
My country 'tis of thee
My country 'tis of thee