[Verse 1]
Pray for me, she said
On the second of November
Pray for me, she says
On this day of the dead
And count the bells
That will toll for his soul
And count the bells
That are real
Whom do they toll for?
The roll call, the back door
They toll for you
A box in the desert abandoned
They suffocate, he ran for it
Call for the searchlight
The crack of the rifle
He's falling down
There is no sound in the desert
[Verse 2]
Pray for me, she says
For I am amongst the living
Pray for me, she says
You who have no soul
And the bells they say
There's no fire in your loins
And the bells they say
You're not a man
You who are sending
The men to hunt them
In the desert
Hunt he who was honest
And humble who only had hope
To send a few dollars home
To his wife and his children
He who wished only to sweep
And sleep on your floor
[Verse 3]
Pray for me, she says
And I will pray for you
Pray for me, she says
You who will not change
And count the bells
That are hollow and void
The vows you pound
Sound only on your lips
You who have lost so many
So sudden, so silent
You who have no day to mourn
For the dead from the violence
You who are baffled
Why anyone would be wantin'
To hurt you
Who look 'cross your borders
With eyes filled only with greed
[Outro]
Pray for me, she said
Pray for Me was written by Jack Hardy.