| Song | Gallows |
| Artist | Brown Bird |
| Album | The Devil Dancing |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Black blood red sky | |
| And a belly all full of fire | |
| Why I ask why | |
| I don’t know, I grow so tired | |
| Of the battle of wrong and right | |
| That’s waged inside | |
| Every time you speak your mind | |
| We’re the same damn kind | |
| Or don’t you know | |
| With the devil’s eyes and a dagger tongue | |
| You fill the sky above us with the sound | |
| Of fatal words like fire flung | |
| From a careless bow | |
| I grow so tired | |
| Of the battle of wrong and right | |
| That’s waged inside | |
| Every time you speak your mind | |
| We’re the same damn kind | |
| Or don’t you know | |
| We all walk down to the hill | |
| Where the gallows are swinging still | |
| Nooses still clenched tight | |
| ‘Round the necks of 10 million ghosts | |
| They whisper don’t forget us | |
| But don’t forget to keep moving on | |
| We’re the same damn kind | |
| Or don’t you know | |
| Black blood red sky | |
| And belly all full of fire | |
| Why I ask why | |
| I don’t know, I grow so tired | |
| Of the battle of wrong and right | |
| That’s waged inside | |
| Every time you speak your mind |
| Black blood red sky | |
| And a belly all full of fire | |
| Why I ask why | |
| I don' t know, I grow so tired | |
| Of the battle of wrong and right | |
| That' s waged inside | |
| Every time you speak your mind | |
| We' re the same damn kind | |
| Or don' t you know | |
| With the devil' s eyes and a dagger tongue | |
| You fill the sky above us with the sound | |
| Of fatal words like fire flung | |
| From a careless bow | |
| I grow so tired | |
| Of the battle of wrong and right | |
| That' s waged inside | |
| Every time you speak your mind | |
| We' re the same damn kind | |
| Or don' t you know | |
| We all walk down to the hill | |
| Where the gallows are swinging still | |
| Nooses still clenched tight | |
| ' Round the necks of 10 million ghosts | |
| They whisper don' t forget us | |
| But don' t forget to keep moving on | |
| We' re the same damn kind | |
| Or don' t you know | |
| Black blood red sky | |
| And belly all full of fire | |
| Why I ask why | |
| I don' t know, I grow so tired | |
| Of the battle of wrong and right | |
| That' s waged inside | |
| Every time you speak your mind |
| Black blood red sky | |
| And a belly all full of fire | |
| Why I ask why | |
| I don' t know, I grow so tired | |
| Of the battle of wrong and right | |
| That' s waged inside | |
| Every time you speak your mind | |
| We' re the same damn kind | |
| Or don' t you know | |
| With the devil' s eyes and a dagger tongue | |
| You fill the sky above us with the sound | |
| Of fatal words like fire flung | |
| From a careless bow | |
| I grow so tired | |
| Of the battle of wrong and right | |
| That' s waged inside | |
| Every time you speak your mind | |
| We' re the same damn kind | |
| Or don' t you know | |
| We all walk down to the hill | |
| Where the gallows are swinging still | |
| Nooses still clenched tight | |
| ' Round the necks of 10 million ghosts | |
| They whisper don' t forget us | |
| But don' t forget to keep moving on | |
| We' re the same damn kind | |
| Or don' t you know | |
| Black blood red sky | |
| And belly all full of fire | |
| Why I ask why | |
| I don' t know, I grow so tired | |
| Of the battle of wrong and right | |
| That' s waged inside | |
| Every time you speak your mind |