Hey hold the hand All the blood is dried Seeing these mountains of shame Telling my lies Hey hold the hand Of the chosen few Can I ride the wind Like you choose to do Like an outlaw Broken and wounded Swearing at my troubles Hey hold the hand All these crimes I own Old man Is it time Time to die Die like evil Die like hate My great war is over Just a bitter, bitter memory Hey hold the hand Of the chosen few Chased like an outlaw Bloodied, dazed and lost Like all this blood It will wash away And like this blood It will wash away