A southern man sings a tired song, Those that work when the days are long Friends who once stood forty strong Step aside to sing this song. Oh, come to the valley of the shadow of death And that beast comes out And the sky grows red We'll carry on and we'll beat our chests And we'll see if it's as bad as our father had said. How the powerful they intimidate They say the years are long and our time is great. Have we left too much to fate? Cause with the setting sun our days grow late. Oh, come to the valley of the shadow of death And that beast comes out And the sky grows red We'll carry on and we'll beat our chests And we'll see if it's as bad as our father had said. A southern man sings his final song, He says save me. And never join them in their throng, Just leave me. But if the world is fast and the years are long, Then how come no one here can see it all. So we went to the valley of the shadow of death. When that beast came out And the sky grew red. We carried on and we beat our chests, And it was every bit as bad as our father had said.