Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Burn the River Dry, artist - Jim White. Album song Wrong-Eyed Jesus!, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 31.12.1996
Record label: LUAKA BOP
Song language: English
Burn the River Dry |
Door is locked, no one’s home |
Frame is empty, picture’s missing |
Throw that rock right through the window |
Hey, I know him, he’s a singer |
Roam around, another town, looks like Phoenix, Arizona |
Borrow the car from it’s owner |
That sleepy head, he’s dreaming the dreams of suburbia |
Yeah suburbia |
Me, I don’t care, I just pay what it takes to feel alive |
Cause somehow somewhere |
Hell everyone I know is waiting |
Just waiting to burn the river dry |
And nothing works more than once |
It keeps you restless, always moving |
Fretful searching for a brand new spanking form of deliverance |
Movies stars, heroin |
Dreams of wild old fucking grandeur |
Snap your fingers, now you’re famous |
Close your eyes as you sell out |
To all them suckers that you hate |
Yeah, them suckers that you hate |
Me, I don’t care, I just pay what it takes to feel alive |
Somehow, somewhere |
Everyone I know is waiting |
Just waiting to burn that river dry |
Burn that river dry |
Hands that once reached for heaven |
Grabbing at the penny in the sewer |
Smell of your soul burning on the skewer |
And all that dirt that you have swallowed |
The howling voice from the closet |
Better run away just because it |
Seems to know a little bit too much about |
All them shallow graves that you got buried |
In the field of your experience |
Me, I don’t care, I just pay what it takes to feel alive |
Somehow somewhere, hell everyone I know is waiting |
Just waiting to burn that river dry |