Stories start, quiet town

Small town boy, big time frown

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 did change Now they all pray

Blood stain 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 something wrong

With little strange Ronnie Long

Never laughed, never smiled

Talked alone for miles and miles and miles Gallows 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, "Lost my way

This bloody day, lost my way"

Yeah, 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 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" 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 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

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