|
All along the riverbank nobody seems to know |
|
They heard nothing, saw even less of the hunger in their souls |
|
Safety first or safety last i wish i could have helped |
|
Those poor unfortunate widows standing waiting for their sailor boys |
|
Madame nhu, yes madame knew |
|
Down they came to look around that riverbank |
|
For names or numbers or anything they could find written there |
|
On the wall |
|
Cause somebody seemed to know but no one was prepared to tell |
|
Anything they'd learnt to love about long ago |
|
And the cold people getting colder |
|
Like babysitters in their graves |
|
Satisfying heretic vicars passing on |
|
Send them running on ahead picking up the wendy trash instead |
|
Like foulmouth people openheart surgery creatures |
|
Crawling back inside of you |
|
All along the riverbank nobody will ever know |
|
What fools and their monies sailors and their honeys |
|
Got stung one evening there |
|
Cause the stones around their necks are the stones on the riverbank |