Blood on the Valley Floor

Mountains all around

Altogether we stumble

Eleven million clowns

Every one with a razor out

And the smoke lies on the valley floor

And the blood dries while we spill some more

Once we were the end

The end of the long road

Leading to the start

Of the ever-invading crowds

And the smoke lies on the valley floor

And the blood dries while we spill

Endless summer, needless space,

Fill it all up with a void

Mountains all around

Altogether we tumble down

And the smoke lies on the valley floor

And the blood dries while we spill some more