Dead River - Lydia Lunch
Take the right bank to the night river
Watch the dreary soul seekers wretched
What flies by night dies by daylight
Under broken trees we rest our
Weary hearts our weary feet
On the banks of the river deadly
Souls are swallowed dead and lonely
I could live so deaf and dumb dull
Accompany this unholy bunch
And I for me don't wanna know those secrets
That you leave behind those blue-black eyes
