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