Diane Cluck, Jeffrey Lewis - The River lyrics
[Diane Cluck, Jeffrey Lewis - The River lyrics]
I was dreaming of a mountain in
The sky above the flood
And a forest and a city and
A river made of blood
Baptist guy keeps getting closer
Tries to pull me down to the river
Have i been such a wayward daughter?
Hold my head under the water
Oh, then i started shouting
I felt like i was drowning
Baptist, he keeps on plunging
My hands, they keep on grabbing
His hair, a tangled nest
He smacks me across the chest
"oh, what have i done then, father?"
"you've been a wayward daughter"
Take my hand now, we'll go walking
On that mountain, above the flood
In the forest, we'll make a canoe
Put it in the river of blood
Left my mind on the riverbank
Left behind in the mud, it sank
Baptist guy, i gotta thank you
For the bath, though i didn't want to
I feel the harsh demands
Made by the baptists hands
He bends me across his knee
I'm backwards, i cannot see
There's filth streaming out of me
There's water rushing over me
There's filth streaming out of me
There's water rushing over me
When the river becomes an ocean
Every spirit of every man
Will rise up and we will recall that
We are all but one blood again
Baptist guy keeps getting closer
Tries to pull me down to the river
Have i been such a wayward daughter?
Hold my head under the water
I was dreaming of a mountain in
The sky above the flood
And a forest and a city and
A river made of blood
Oh, then i started shouting
I felt like i was drowning
Baptist, he keeps on plunging
My hands, they keep on grabbing
His hair, a tangled nest
He smacks me across the chest
"oh, what have i done then, father?"
"you've been a wayward daughter"
Left my mind on the riverbank
Left behind in the mud, it sank
Baptist guy, i gotta thank you
For the bath, though i didn't want to
Take my hand now, we'll go walking
On that mountain, above the flood
In the forest, we'll make a canoe
Put it in the river of blood
I feel the harsh demands
Made by the baptists hands
He bends me across his knee
I'm backwards, i cannot see
There's filth streaming out of me
There's water rushing over me
There's filth streaming out of me
There's water rushing over me
When the river becomes an ocean
And every spirit of every man
Will rise up and we will recall that
We are all but one blood again
The sky above the flood
And a forest and a city and
A river made of blood
Baptist guy keeps getting closer
Tries to pull me down to the river
Have i been such a wayward daughter?
Hold my head under the water
Oh, then i started shouting
I felt like i was drowning
Baptist, he keeps on plunging
My hands, they keep on grabbing
His hair, a tangled nest
He smacks me across the chest
"oh, what have i done then, father?"
"you've been a wayward daughter"
Take my hand now, we'll go walking
On that mountain, above the flood
In the forest, we'll make a canoe
Put it in the river of blood
Left my mind on the riverbank
Left behind in the mud, it sank
Baptist guy, i gotta thank you
For the bath, though i didn't want to
I feel the harsh demands
Made by the baptists hands
He bends me across his knee
I'm backwards, i cannot see
There's filth streaming out of me
There's water rushing over me
There's filth streaming out of me
There's water rushing over me
When the river becomes an ocean
Every spirit of every man
Will rise up and we will recall that
We are all but one blood again
Baptist guy keeps getting closer
Tries to pull me down to the river
Have i been such a wayward daughter?
Hold my head under the water
I was dreaming of a mountain in
The sky above the flood
And a forest and a city and
A river made of blood
Oh, then i started shouting
I felt like i was drowning
Baptist, he keeps on plunging
My hands, they keep on grabbing
His hair, a tangled nest
He smacks me across the chest
"oh, what have i done then, father?"
"you've been a wayward daughter"
Left my mind on the riverbank
Left behind in the mud, it sank
Baptist guy, i gotta thank you
For the bath, though i didn't want to
Take my hand now, we'll go walking
On that mountain, above the flood
In the forest, we'll make a canoe
Put it in the river of blood
I feel the harsh demands
Made by the baptists hands
He bends me across his knee
I'm backwards, i cannot see
There's filth streaming out of me
There's water rushing over me
There's filth streaming out of me
There's water rushing over me
When the river becomes an ocean
And every spirit of every man
Will rise up and we will recall that
We are all but one blood again