Doubters and cowards, heroes all   Deaf to clarion call   For whom does it toll?   For whom does it toll?      But all the dreams subside   They're wrapped in America's suicide      Play in the roadside sand   Bleached in significant sun   To where would you run?   To where will you run?      But all the dreams subside   They're wrapped in America's suicide      Swansong and bluebird   Still rousing 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