Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Burn the River Dry , by - Jim White. Song from the album Wrong-Eyed Jesus!, in the genre КантриRelease date: 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 |