Ronnie

                        Story starts, quiet town
Small-town boy, big-time frown
Never talks, never plays
Different path, lost his way

Then streets of 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,
“Bloodstain, wash away”

He said, “Lost my way”
This bloody day
“Lost my way”

I heard him
He said, “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
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,
“Bloodstain, wash away”

He said, “Lost my way”
This bloody day
“Lost my way”

I heard him
He said, “Lost my way”
This bloody day
“Lost my way”
All things wash away
But blood stained the sun red today

Well, all the green things died
When Ronnie moved to this place
He said, “Don’tcha dare ask
Why I’m cursed to wear this face”
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, “Lost my way”
This bloody day
“Lost my way”

I heard him
He screamed, “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

All things wash away
And they all fall down
But blood stained the sun today

© 1996 Creeping Death Music (Global Music Rights)