A Mean Kind of Justice

There's a ring around the moon, There's a chill in the air. There's a mean kind of justice, Coming down coming down Angels wring their hands and put ashes on their heads There's a mean kind of justice coming down. It don't ever stop a thing, An eye for eye, tic for tat And I've never seen nobody truly satisfied like that It just rolls around the head eating holes in your heart There's a mean kind of justice coming down. There is a goodness on this earth That will not die will not die It bears all, and seen it all, and still it survives I know that we have failed, But I I've seen that we can fly There's goodness on this earth that will not die Oh no, forgiveness never sleeps But the devil wants its due and says human life is cheap When we give up any hope we could ever change the past, Then at last, then at last There's a ring around the moon, There's a chill on the breeze. There's somebody with their hands clasped, Down on their knees. Angels hold their breath for what might set them free. There's a mean kind of justice coming down. --- A Mean Kind of Justice - Carrie Newcomer