We set out at dusk, we left them, well, not much
The boys were shouting and kicking up dust
Oh, and as we ran with the fire behind us, and a torch in my hand
I knew I couldn't do it again!
The ghosts were howling in the late afternoon
We were singing along to the same old tune
I turned to my brothers to look them in the eyes
There was ash, ash falling from the sky
The moon cast a little light
But the flames lit up the night
All the animals laid down and died
And there was ash
Oh, and as we ran
With the fire behind us
And the torch in my hand
I knew I couldn't do it again!
The ghosts were howling in the late afternoon
We were singing along to the same old tune
I turned to my brothers to look them in the eyes
There was ash, ash falling from the sky
And who could tell the dogs from the men?
I seen their faces and I know where they've been
I know I'm with them, but I ain't like them!
And who could tell the dogs from the men?
I seen their faces and I know where they've been
I know I'm with them, but I ain't like them!
It makes me so tired
I was like smoke without the fire
And I know I ain't like them, no!