Whistling in the Darkness

There's chaos in the streets tonight

A brand new shoe or genocide

The guilty parties party on

Splitting hairs from dusk 'til 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

'Cause I'm just whistling in the dark

You wrote for me a tragedy

But I cannot play the part

'Cause I'm just whistling in the dark

I'm just whistling in the dark

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

'Cause I'm just whistling in the dark

You wrote for me a tragedy

But I cannot play the part

'Cause I'm just whistling in the dark

(Woo!)

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 dark

I'm just whistling in the dark

I'm just whistling in the dark