Stories taught Quiet town Small time for big time crowd Never talks Never plays Different path Lost his way
The streets are red Red I’m afraid There’s no confetti No parade Nothing happens in this boring place But oh my god how it all dismays And they all pray Blood stain wash away
He said “Lost my way This bloody day Lost my way”
I heard it He said “Lost my way This bloody day Lost my way” Oh please wash away But blood stains the sun red today
I always said Something wrong Little strange All day long Never laugh Never smile Talked alone for miles and miles and miles
Yellow comes Sun I say Keep your smile and laugh all day He falls again in this foreign place For little boys how they do chase And they all pray Blood stain wash away
He said “Lost my way This bloody day Lost my way”
I heard it He said “Lost my way This bloody day Lost my way” Oh please wash away But blood stains the sun red today
Yeah, well all the green things died When Ronnie moved to this place He said “Don’t you dare ask Why I’m cursed to wear this face” I know why the children called him Ronnie frown When he pulled that gun from his pocket They all fall down down down
He said “Lost my way This bloody day Lost my way”
I heard it He screamed “Lost my way This bloody day Lost my way”
Oh please wash away But blood stains the sun red today
All things wash away They all fall down But blood stains the sun today
All things wash away They all fall down But blood stains the sun today