There's chaos in the streets tonight
A brand new shoe or genocide
The guilty parties party on
Splitting hairs from dusk till dawn
And I won't hear a word of that
The ticking clock of tit for tat
A reimbursement to the bank of blood
I cannot speak to that
Your matters of the heart
Coz I'm just whistling in the darkness
You wrote for me a tragedy
But I cannot play the part
Coz I'm just whistling in the darkness
I'm just whistling in the darkness
We'll open carry with open hearts
And the spitting image isn't armed
The murder weapon won't be charged with anything
But the squeaky wheel gets the grease
And the butcher gets the golden geese
While the killer gets to be the released tonight
I cannot I speak to that
Your matters of the heart
Coz I'm just whistling in the darkness
You wrote for me a tragedy
But I cannot play the part
Coz I'm just whistling in the dark
I'm just whistling in the darkness
I'm just whistling in the dark
The violence sparks violence, and the silence speaking for itself
The silence, deny it, the wildest lies you've never told
Well you wrote for me a tragedy
But I refuse to play the part
When I'm just whistling in the darkness
I'm just whistling in the darkness
I'm just whistling in the darkness
I'm just whistling in the dark