Down By The Riverside

Wash me down with alcohol
Leave a little in the bottle
I’ll be sending for it in the spring
Pull me back from the throttle
I’ll be going down the riverbed in flames

A house of detention with sunlit floors
Pushing a mop over the seat where I sit
Send the bottle this winter won’ t you dear
They won’t let you open your veins here
Cause I’ll crawl inside when I done with it

All nightmares have come true
I’m alone in a room with you
Take a picture and throw it in the fire
I’ve endured your final lasting ire
I’ll be going down the riverbed in flames

Chorus:

I have constrained and walled myself in
I’m the opening to hell that invites in
Those who go down by the riverside
Down by the riverside



- Chris Mansel