Story starts, quiet townSmall town boy, big time frownNever talks, never playsDifferent path, lost his wayThen streets of red, red I'm afraidNo confetti, no paradeNothing happens in this boring placeBut oh my god, how that all did changeNow they all prayBlood stains wash away*He said lost my wayThis bloody dayLost my wayI heard him, he said lost my wayThis bloody dayLost my wayAll things wash awayBut blood stained the sun red todayI always said, somethin' wrongWith little strange Ronnie LongNever laughed, never smileTalked alone, miles and milesGallow calls, son I sayKeep your smile, and laugh all dayThink once again, in this boring placeFor little boys, how the soon changeNow they all prayBlood stains wash away* RepeatYeah, well all the green things dieWhen Ronnie go to the placeHe said, Don't you dare ask whyI'm cursed to wear this nameNow we all know why children called himRonnie FrownWhen he pulled that gun from his pocketThey'd all fall down*Repeat
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