Dead River
Lydia Lunch, Mick Harvey
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 dry 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