Lyrics

Hard to be a saint in the valley Easy to forget yourself Been dancing in the street To the howlin' of the beast Summertime is hot as hell Drunken angels sing so badly Broken shot glass hits the ground Fighting in the street Now here come the police Take those bloody boys downtown Valley of the fevers Our time is drawing near To join the ghost of Cherokees that Walked the Trail of Tears Me and Darcy-May in the alley Going faster than a train I am not a gentleman But I do what I can You and I are not the same Valley of the Fevers Our time is drawing near To join the ghost of Cherokees that Walked the Trail of Tears The day will come The day will come when all of us We will pay our debt in blood All of this All of this will disappear I am ready for the flood Valley of the Fevers Our time is drawing near To join the ghost of Cherokees and Walk the Trail of Tears Valley of the Fevers Our time is drawing near To join the ghost of Cherokees and Walk the Trail of Tears