It bled all over me

the red all over me

Kansas won’t sleep despite the moon

despite the night

Kansas will fight

The bloody cries shrieking out to the stars

Will all drawn swords

And drawn out chords

We’ll sing the song of battle arise

Our Union’s division

Constitution revision

We reveled in the freedom won

But realization

come too late

Cast aside the nation’s fate

Our brother’s dead

but we elate

Kansas was

a bleeding state.