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,
"I
lost
my
way
This
bloody
day
Lost
my
way"
I
heard
it
He
said,
"I
lost
my
way
This
bloody
day
I
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