A Mean Kind Of Justice

There's a ring around the moon
There's a chill in the air
There's a mean kind of justice
Coming down, coming down
Angels wring their hands, they put ashes on their heads
There's a mean kind of justice coming down

It don't ever stop a thing
An eye for an eye, a tit for tat
And I've never seen nobody truly satisfied by that
It just rolls around your head eating holes in your heart
There's a mean kind of justice coming down

There is a goodness on this earth
That will not die, will not die
It bears all, and seen it all, and still it survives
And I know we have failed
But I've seen that we can fly
There's a goodness on this earth that will not die

Oh no, oh no, forgiveness never sleeps
But the devil wants its due and says human life is cheap
And till we give up any hope we could ever change the past
Then at last, then at last...

There's a ring around the moon
There's a chill on the breeze
There's somebody with their hands clasped
Down on their knees
And angels hold their breath for what might set them free
There's a mean kind of justice coming down