A Mean Kind Of Justice

There's a ring around the moon

There's a chill in the air

There's a mean kind of justice

Coming down, coming down

Angels wring their hands, they put ashes on their heads

There's a mean kind of justice coming down



It don't ever stop a thing

An eye for an eye, a tit for tat

And I've never seen nobody truly satisfied by that

It just rolls around your head eating holes in your heart

There's a mean kind of justice coming down



There is a goodness on this earth

That will not die, will not die



It bears all, and seen it all, and still it survives

And I know we have failed

But I've seen that we can fly

There's a goodness on this earth that will not die



Oh no, oh no, forgiveness never sleeps

But the devil wants its due and says human life is cheap

And till we give up any hope we could ever change the past

Then at last, then at last...



There's a ring around the moon

There's a chill on the breeze

There's somebody with their hands clasped

Down on their knees

And angels hold their breath for what might set them free

There's a mean kind of justice coming down