Intro : (x2) Who you led you to this hiding place This lightning thread-spun silver tunnels Red bells beckon you to ride hand print on the driver's side it looks a lot like engine oil and tastes like being poor and small and popsicles in summer deep red bells deep as I've been done (x2) it always has to come to this the red bells ring this tragic hour we've lost sight of the overpass the daylight won't remember that the speckled fawns grazed 'round your bones who took the time to fold you clothes and shook the valley of the shadow deep red bells deep as I've been done (x2) ... where does this mean world cast its cold eye ? who's left to suffer long about you does your soul cast about like an old paper bag past empty lots life and early graves but those like you who lost there way murdered on the interstate while the red bells rang like thunder oh, deep red bells deep as I've been done... (x2)