Hayward Williams Ballad Of Benson Creek
You've got blood on your nails and ribbons in your hair. There's a cloud around your name, but no one seems to care and now the river is quiet. Haven't you heard? You're the talk of the town And now the river is silent haven't you heard? Your games being run into the ground
you stood right in between two steam trains on a track doing nothing to hold either one of them back and now the rivers' stopped running and you've got the nerve to wonder why and now the river is drying up and you've got the nerve to sit there and cry
I should know. I should know I should know when I'm buried in the banks
now the river runs red but there you are, wading up to your knees and now the river is burning but you don't recall brining any gasoline
