Doubters and cowards, heroes all
Deaf to clarion call
For whom does it toll?
For whom does it toll?
But all the dreams subside
They`re wrapped in America`s suicide
Play in the roadside sand
Bleached in significant sun
To where would you run?
To where will you run?
But all the dreams subside
They`re wrapped in America`s suicide
Swansong and bluebird
Still rousing the crowd
Sweat in your common shroud
In old familiar crowds, with old familiar sounds
But all the dreams subside
They`re wrapped in America`s suicide
When the hanging is over
If the hangin` is over
Turn to Acapulco Gold
