When the day has arrived and the hour has arrived
For facing the guns, a last look at the sky,
And all those who've known you
Reject and disown you,
You're going to see: It is lonely to die

For the day it will come and the hour it will come
Your blood will run free, it will harden and dry
And when their sights hold you
Remember I told you:
Oh brother, it's horribly lonely to die