What Fresh Hell - Gov't Mule

Blood-red sky casts an eye on the street below

Seven witnesses, all with nothing to say

Red, black and blue, colors of the new rainbow

Looks like the new boss thinks he’s here to stay

It’s hard to know if it’s too far

When you’re pushing for a cause

It’s hard to know if it’s too far

When nothing is ever explained

What fresh hell is this?

Can it be fixed by a kiss?

Is there justice for the one who’s been sold down the river?

What fresh hell is this?

Skin on skin, but never a meeting of the minds

Five long years and still nothing has changed

Zone by zone, we’re turning into a war ground

Feels just like the old boss, maybe everything is pre-arranged

It’s hard to reason with someone

Who only wants to move backwards

It’s hard to reason with someone

Who doesn’t want you to move at all

What fresh hell is this?

Can it be fixed by a kiss?

Is there justice for the one who’s been sold down the river?

What fresh hell is this?

It’s hard to know if it’s too far

When you’re pushing for a cause

It’s hard to know if it’s too far

When nothing is ever explained

What fresh hell is this?

Can it be fixed by a kiss?

Is there justice for the one who’s been sold down the river?

What fresh hell is this?