A Short Walk in a Pretty Town
We dine upon the flesh of foes
We stay up on our toes
We have highs but mostly we have lows
An omen, the sound of crows
When grey skies turn red
When conditions are met
When what used to live Is dead
That is when love gets shot in the head
We took a short walk in a pretty town
Head held high towards the crown
A lady laughed in her evening gown
In crimson waters will she drown
We walk upon roads of dust
Dirt and mud, onward we must
We walk in following a morbid lust
But we don’t know, we are lost
When grey skies turn red
When conditions are met
When what used to live Is dead
That is when love gets shot in the head
We took a short walk in a pretty town
Head held high towards the crown
A lady laughed in her evening gown
In crimson waters will she drown
When grey skies turn red
When conditions are met
When what used to live Is dead
That is when love gets shot in the head
We took a short walk in a pretty town
Head held high towards the crown
A lady laughed in her evening gown
In crimson waters will she drown
