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