We set out at dusk.
We left them, well...not much.
The boys were shoutin' and kickin' up dust.
Oh, and as we ran...
With the fire behind us, and a tourch in my hand;
I knew I couldn't do it again!

The ghosts were howlin' in the late afternoon,
we were singin' along to the same old tune.
I turned to my brothers to look them in the eyes;
There was ash...
Ash falling from the sky.

The moon cast a little light,
but the flames lit up the night.
All the animals laid down and died,
and there was ash...

Oh, and as we ran...
with the fire behind us,
and the torch in my hand...
I knew I couldn't do it again!

The ghosts were howlin' in the late afternoon,
we were singin' along to the same old tune.
I turned to my brothers to look 'em in the eyes;
There was ash...
Ash fallin' from the sky.

And who could tell the dogs from the men?
I seen their faces and I know where they've been.
I know I'm with 'em, but I ain't like them!

And who could tell the dogs from the men?
I seen their faces and I know where they've been.
I know I'm with 'em, but I ain't like them!

It makes me so tired.
I was like smoke without the fire.
And I know I ain't like them, no!