Sickle Clowns Lyrics - Parachute - Pretty Things

One, two, three, ahh 

Down by the river 

Three sickle mounted souls 

Lay wined on the green leaf 

Digging their rock 'n' roll 

Hey, hey 

Digging their rock 'n' roll 

Slashed by the wild geese 

The silence it did tear 

Sticks swung in violence 

You America murdered there 

Hey hey 

Young America murdered there 

As one soul lay dying 

Only two were there to care 

On through the valleys 

Sad sickle clowns they ride 

Pressed tight against the morning 

Beneath the blackened sky 

Hey, hey 

Beneath the blackened sky 

There on a hill of gold 

Wild children play 

They bend to pick the flowers 

The sun dissolves the day 

Hey, hey 

The sun dissolves the day 

If you can't close one eye 

Then turn the other way 

Faces bark in anger 

With savage bitter words 

They twist against the friendship 

With rapid shots they're blurred 

Hey, hey 

With rapid shots they're blurred 

There by the highway 

Two sickles melt in flames 

They burn without the knowledge 

Of why their lives were claimed 

Hey, hey 

Why their lives were claimed 

As the smoke drifts skyward 

We search for those to blame