The River

Lose your way and we can stay out all night

Lose your keys and we can't go home

In a little time In a little gin

We can touch hands again

Lose your head

Lose your warhead

Wrote a song for a room I left long ago

It was my home It was my hell

Now the girl the lives there

She's an exotic

She's a drunk

Leaves her clothes off

When it rains

Run to the river

She carry me

She run me

All the way down

To the floor Where it's warm

And dirty like a river

My whole Hell

Carry me

No run me

All the way down to the river

All I want is to be worthy of my

Hands, but she's got plans

Dirty like a river

(You can't) run me down

Lose it Lose your war