One, two, three, ahh
Down by the river
Three sickle mounted souls
Lay wined on the green leaf
Digging their rock 'n' roll
Hey, hey
Digging their rock 'n' roll
Slashed by the wild geese
The silence it did tear
Sticks swung in violence
You America murdered there
Hey hey
Young America murdered there
As one soul lay dying
Only two were there to care
On through the valleys
Sad sickle clowns they ride
Pressed tight against the morning
Beneath the blackened sky
Hey, hey
Beneath the blackened sky
There on a hill of gold
Wild children play
They bend to pick the flowers
The sun dissolves the day
Hey, hey
The sun dissolves the day
If you can't close one eye
Then turn the other way
Faces bark in anger
With savage bitter words
They twist against the friendship
With rapid shots they're blurred
Hey, hey
With rapid shots they're blurred
There by the highway
Two sickles melt in flames
They burn without the knowledge
Of why their lives were claimed
Hey, hey
Why their lives were claimed
As the smoke drifts skyward
We search for those to blame

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