Doubters and cowards, heroes all

Deaf to clarion call

For whom does it toll?

For whom does it toll?

But all the dreams subside

They're wrapped in America's suicide

Play in the roadside sand

Bleached in significant sun

To where would you run?

To where will you run?

But all the dreams subside

They're wrapped in America's suicide

Swansong and bluebird

Still rousing the crowd

Sweat in your common shroud

In old familiar crowds, with old familiar sounds

But all the dreams subside

They're wrapped in America's suicide

When the hanging is over

If the hangin' is over

Turn to Acapulco Gold