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