Lyrics The Walkabouts

The Walkabouts

Every River Will Burn

Your prediction

Wasn't very hard

Mexico ain't in the cards

Never really was

Smell the diesel

Smell the smoke

Traded water for their dope

Was that some kinda joke

Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin

Every river will burn

Every valley will dry

Save it for the afterlife

And every mountain will slide

And the dustlands will cry

Save it for the afterlife

If I said less

It would be a lie

A sugarcoat so you could try

And finally close your eyes

In the distance

They swarm down the road

Are they friend or foe

Ain't gonna stick around

To know

I have started out

To find a trace of home

Where the water's pure

And fire is no more

Walls of this city red

Will go at any cost

I have started out

To find what we have lost

I have started out