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: “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 stained the sun red today
I always said something’s 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
And they all pray: “Blood stain, wash away”
He said: “Lost my way this bloody day, lost my way”
Yeah, I heard it, he said: “Lost my way this bloody day, lost my way”
Oh, please wash away, but blood stained the sun red today
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”
Now we all 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”
Yeah, yeah, I heard it, he screamed:
“Lost my way this bloody day, lost my way”
Oh, please wash away, but blood stained the sun red today
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…