A Mean Kind of Justice

There's a ring around the moon,
There's a chill in the air.
There's a mean kind of justice,
Coming down coming down

Angels wring their hands and put ashes on their heads
There's a mean kind of justice coming down.

It don't ever stop a thing,
An eye for eye, tic for tat
And I've never seen nobody truly satisfied like that
It just rolls around the head eating holes in your heart
There's a mean kind of justice coming down.

There is a goodness on this earth
That will not die will not die
It bears all, and seen it all, and still it survives
I know that we have failed,
But I I've seen that we can fly
There's goodness on this earth that will not die

Oh no, forgiveness never sleeps
But the devil wants its due and says human life is cheap
When we give up any hope we could ever change the past,
Then at last, then at last

There's a ring around the moon,
There's a chill on the breeze.
There's somebody with their hands clasped,
Down on their knees.

Angels hold their breath for what might set them free.
There's a mean kind of justice coming down.