A Mean Kind Of Justice Lyrics - The Geography Of Light - Carrie Newcomer

There's a ring around the moon, 

There's a chill in the air. 

There's a mean kind of justice, 

Coming down coming down 

Angels wring their hands and put ashes on their heads 

There's a mean kind of justice coming down. 

It don't ever stop a thing, 

An eye for eye, tic for tat 

And I've never seen nobody truly satisfied like that 

It just rolls around the head eating holes in your heart 

There's a mean kind of justice coming down. 

There is a goodness on this earth 

That will not die will not die 

It bears all, and seen it all, and still it survives 

I know that we have failed, 

But I I've seen that we can fly 

There's goodness on this earth that will not die 

Oh no, forgiveness never sleeps 

But the devil wants its due and says human life is cheap 

When we give up any hope we could ever change the past, 

Then at last, then at last 

There's a ring around the moon, 

There's a chill on the breeze. 

There's somebody with their hands clasped, 

Down on their knees. 

Angels hold their breath for what might set them free. 

There's a mean kind of justice coming down.