Story starts: quiet town
Small town boy, big time frown
Never talks, never plays
Different path... lost his way
Their 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 did change
Now they all pray, "Blood stain, wash away"
He said, "I lost my way, this bloody day"
"Lost my way..." I heard it
He said, "I lost my way, this bloody day"
"Lost my way..." All things wash away
But blood stained the sun red today
I always said, "Somethin' wrong
With little, strange, Ronnie Long"
He never laughed, never smiled
Talked alone, for miles and miles and miles
"Gallow calls, son," I say
Keep your smile, and laugh all day
Think once again, in this boring place
For little boys, how they soon change
Now they all pray, "Blood stain, wash away"
He said, "I lost my way, this bloody day"
"Lost my way..." Yeah, I heard it
He said, "I lost my way, this bloody day"
"Lost my way..." All things wash away
But blood stained 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"
An' now, we all know why
The children called him, "Ronnie Frown"
When he pulled that gun from his pocket
And they all fall down, down, down!
He said, "I lost my way, this bloody day"
"Lost my way..." Yeah, yeah, I heard him
He screamed, "I lost my way, this bloody day!"
"Lost my way..." All things wash away
But blood stained the sun red today
"That's right"
All things wash away
"And they all fall down"
But blood stained the sun today
"Yeah, run along"
All things wash away
"Yeah, and they all fall down"
But blood stained the sun today