Sickle Clowns

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