There's a storm cloud coming to where we lay
Now the wolves are coming to greet their prey
And as we mourn
The strangers set camp on our doors
Questions have no meaning, it's a story they want

The Sun doesn't shine
In this valley below
All the papers will say
They didn't make it back home
All they want are their names
Don't they have no shame
In a small old town where everyone knows
Who did it

As they all come crawling from under rocks
There's a mother calling in a state of shock
As she mourns
Shattered life through a lens, cut the cord
Greed and violations, it's a story they want

The Sun doesn't shine
In this valley below
All the papers will say
They didn't make it back home
All they want are their names
Don't they have no shame
In a small old town where everyone knows
Who did it

The Sun doesn't shine
In this valley below
All the papers will say
They didn't make it back home

The Sun doesn't shine
In this valley below
All the papers will say
They didn't make it back home
All they want are their names
Don't they have no shame
In a small old town where everyone knows
In a small old town where everyone knows
In a small old town where everyone knows
Who did it