Down in the valley, somebody's getting ready for a kill
And on the street the marching feet send echoes thru the chill
And I'm tryin' my best to get drunk, because I am unable
To entertain the thought of being sober, and the truth is painful
Come drifting from the park
And round a fire, a drunken choir
And for a while I felt secure
But I know, I've always known
The word came round you been found, face-down on a street
And so I went to pay respect, and watch your mother weep
She cried so hard she almost died, I turned away and I was grateful
I was glad it wasn't me, and the truth is painful
I was glad it wasn't me, an' the truth is painful
But the truth will set you free