He's got acres full of husks
On his granddad's farm
He hasn't grown much
Since the child was born
Michelle left them
When the boy turned eight
Said his eyes were black
And they were full of hate
So she packed her bags
And she took her pills
And the rumors began
About the black-eyed boy on the hill
The mob came up
To try and break the curse
The lit the barn on fire
And threw them out on the dirt
And the old man screamed
At the smoke and the ash
And they pushed him down
And the boy just laughed
He rose from the ground
With his coal black eyes
He raised his hands in the air
And pulled the rain out of the sky
Ten years dry
Ten years dry
Not a drop from the bottle
Not a drop in the sky
Now the crops grow green
And the town still cries
They worship at the feet
Of the boy with black eyes
And to this day still
When the clouds won't rain
They go to the boy
With eyes full of shame
But he heals the crops
With his black dead eyes
When you're hungry and poor
You do what it takes to survive
Ten long years
Ten long years
Swinging this hammer
And feeding those fears
Ten long years
Ten long years
Swinging this hammer
And feeding those fears