Crashdog Bloody Lane Lyrics

Bloody Lane Lyrics

Rockets hit the station, fire set ablaze,

death and mutilation in the
haze.

Where mercy takes a holiday, hatred wears a crown.

The
undertaker's king in Ulster Town.

 

Green the fields of envy, red
the bloody lane.

Still they bury and they bury in my name.

 

Bells ring out in Belfast.

How many more will die?

The wounded
stain the cradle to the grave.

How spite, fear, and bigotry can change
the face of shame.

Do the losses really balance out the gain

 

Grey and broken cobblestone, yellow is the moon.

Bitterest of tears
are shed of those who die too soon.

And answers aren't so simple when the
truth is plain to see,

you'd do to them what you would do to me.