Doubters and cowards   Heroes all deaf to the clarion call   For whom does it toll   For who does it toll   But all the dreams subside   They're wrapped in America's suicide      Play in the road side sand   Bleached in significant sun   To where would you run   To where will you run   When all the dreams subside   They're wrapped in America's suicide      Swan song and bluebird   Still arousin' the crowd   Sweat in your common shroud   In old familiar crowds   With old familiar sounds   But all the dreams subside   They're wrapped in America's suicide      When the hanging is over   If the hangin' is over   Turn to Acapulco Gold