Black blood red sky
And a belly all full of fire
Why I ask why
I donât know, I grow so tired
Of the battle of wrong and right
Thatâs waged inside
Every time you speak your mind
Weâre the same damn kind
Or donât you know
With the devilâs eyes and a dagger tongue
You fill the sky above us with the sound
Of fatal words like fire flung
From a careless bow
I grow so tired
Of the battle of wrong and right
Thatâs waged inside
Every time you speak your mind
Weâre the same damn kind
Or donât you know
We all walk down to the hill
Where the gallows are swinging still
Nooses still clenched tight
âRound the necks of 10 million ghosts
They whisper donât forget us
But donât forget to keep moving on
Weâre the same damn kind
Or donât you know
Black blood red sky
And belly all full of fire
Why I ask why
I donât know, I grow so tired
Of the battle of wrong and right
Thatâs waged inside
Every time you speak your mind