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