We set out at dusk, we left them, well, not muchnThe boys were shouting and kicking up dustnOh, and as we ran with the fire behind us, and a torch in my handnI knew I couldn't do it again!nnThe ghosts were howling in the late afternoonnWe were singing along to the same old tunenI turned to my brothers to look them in the eyesnThere was ash, ash falling from the skynnThe moon cast a little lightnBut the flames lit up the nightnAll the animals laid down and diednAnd there was ashnnOh, and as we rannWith the fire behind usnAnd the torch in my handnI knew I couldn't do it again!nnThe ghosts were howling in the late afternoonnWe were singing along to the same old tunenI turned to my brothers to look them in the eyesnThere was ash, ash falling from the skynnAnd who could tell the dogs from the men?nI seen their faces and I know where they've beennI know I'm with them, but I ain't like them!nnAnd who could tell the dogs from the men?nI seen their faces and I know where they've beennI know I'm with them, but I ain't like them!nnIt makes me so tirednI was like smoke without the firenAnd I know I ain't like them, no!