Lyrics:
Walking south along the riverNever had he found that twist of pleasureRemembering times when they were youngerSetting the town on fireAnd watching as his fellow friendsFell apart in the wakeClaiming it was all just a mistakeWhen his finger pulled the triggerAnd he shot everyoneIt was all just a mistakeWhen he shot everyoneNothing will stand in the wayWhen hunger hasn't eaten for daysScrounges around where ends meetAnd disappears into the frayHe hopes for awhile he'll reconcileThe pain that never diesThe ghosts of his family constantlyGnawing at his insidesHe pulls out a worn photoAnd an old handmade gunWishes it was he who was fryingWhen he set the whole town on fireHe walks off crying