All along the riverbank nobody seems to know They heard nothing, saw even less of the hunger in their souls Safety first or safety last I wish I could have helped Those poor unfortunate widows standing waiting for their sailor boys
Madame nhu, yes madame knew Down they came to look around that riverbank For names or numbers or anything they could find written there On the wall
Cause somebody seemed to know but no one was prepared to tell Anything they'd learnt to love about long ago And the cold people getting colder Like babysitters in their graves
Satisfying heretic vicars passing on Send them running on ahead picking up the wendy trash instead Like foulmouth people openheart surgery creatures Crawling back inside of you
All along the riverbank nobody will ever know What fools and their monies sailors and their honeys Got stung one evening there Cause the stones around their necks are the stones on the riverbank
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