I want to ride the river but the river is dry, too dry
We tried to climb a mountain but we got too high, too high
Like foam from the lip of a rabid dog
We cling to a promise with lungs full of smog
I want to ride the river but the river is dry, too dry
Oh, my sweet lord
This could be a paradise
This could be a paradise
But we're skin and bone
Our teeth are all gone
This could be a paradise
I want to ride the river but the river went dry, too dry
We tried to climb a mountain but we got too high, too high
How low can you go when you're held by a spell
Dig a little deeper for a new kind of hell
Just dig a little deeper it's a new kind of hell
A new kind of help, I need somebody
Help, not just anybody
My sweet lord
You don't call to say you love me anymore
But I need one more chance
She said they're boys and now their blood it's on my hands
This could be a paradise
This could be a paradise
But we're skin and bone
Our teeth are all gone
This could be a paradise
It was heaven knowing you
It was heaven knowing you
It was heaven knowing you
It was heaven knowing you
This could be a paradise
This could be a paradise
But we're skin and we're bone
Our teeth are all gone
This could be a paradise
