I'm her getaway driver Her getaway driver So I keep the engine running She'll be my gasoline She treats my heart like a stolen car All the while she had the keys Standing in the line of fire When she's feeling reckless Tangled in her messes

Hold it in love The river in your mouth is pouring out Water takes the Yeah I know Hold it in babe Oh I am not myself I am not feeling

And daddy won't you take me back to Muhlenberg County Down by the Green River where Paradise lay Well, I'm sorry my son, but you're too late in asking Mister Peabody's coal train has hauled it away When I was a child my family would travel Down to

In God's country Sleep comes like a drug Sad eyes, crooked crosses Burned by the fire of love Dream beneath a desert sky The rivers run but soon run dry We need new dreams tonight

Bang your head! Metal health will drive you mad! Yeah ah arr! And I'm an axe grinder, pile driver Mama says that I never, never mind her Got no brains, I'm insane The teacher says that I'm one big pain I'm like a laser, six string razor

How could you I will not run You are the river Pour out of this life You are the morning bird Who sang me into life every day You are the blood of me The harvest of my dreams

Free like the river Flowing freely through infinity Free to be sure of What I am and who I need not be Free from all worries Worries prey on oneself's troubled mind Freer than the clock's hands Tickin' way the times Freer than the meaning of free that

Two drifters off to see the world There's such a lot of world to see We're after the same rainbows end Waiting round the band My huckleberry friend, moon river Moon river wider than a mile I'm crossing you in style someday Old dream maker, you

The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking He’s haunted by the memory of a lost paradise In

Into the river below, running from the inferno I'll take all the blame, the front page, and the fame Into the river below You'll think I'm insane, but you'll all know my name I'm sick and I'm twisted I'm broken; you can't fix it Don't make me 'cause I'll