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He led you to this hiding place His lightening threats spun silver tongues The red bells beckon you to ride A hand print on the driver's side It looks a lot like engine oil and tastes like being poor and small And Popsicles in the summer Deep red bells, deep as I have been done Deep red bells, deep as I have been done It always has to come this The red bells ring this tragic hour You've lost sight of the overpass But daylight won't remember that No speckled fawns graze 'round your bones Who took the time to fold your clothes And shook the Valley of the Shadow? Deep red bells, deep as I have been done Deep red bells, deep as I have been done Where does this mean world cast its cold eye? Who's left to suffer long without you? Does your soul cast about like an old paper bag? Past empty lots and early graves of Those like you who've lost their way Murdered on the interstate While the red bells rang like thunder Oh, deep red bells, deep as I have been done Deep red bells, deep as I have been done Mmm, mmm |