Lyrics:

Walking south along the river

Never had he found that twist of pleasure

Remembering times when they were younger

Setting the town on fire



And watching as his fellow friends

Fell apart in the wake

Claiming it was all just a mistake

When his finger pulled the trigger



And he shot everyone

It was all just a mistake

When he shot everyone



Nothing will stand in the way

When hunger hasn't eaten for days

Scrounges around where ends meet

And disappears into the fray



He hopes for awhile he'll reconcile

The pain that never dies

The ghosts of his family constantly

Gnawing at his insides



He pulls out a worn photo

And an old handmade gun

Wishes it was he who was frying

When he set the whole town on fire



He walks off crying