I could skate away on Oh I wish I had a river It's coming on Christmas They're cutting down trees They're putting up reindeer And singing songs of joy and peace I wish I had a river I wish I had a river so long I would teach my feet to fly

Massive addictive Give me purity, strength and affection Give me lust to ignite my devotion for life It's where beauty comes alive Can't you see I'm a slave to the darkness Cutting down And I know I have done this before As I stare into the wall And no

I could skate away on I wish I had a river It's coming on Christmas They're cutting down trees They're putting up reindeer And singing songs of joy and peace I wish I had a river so long I would teach my feet to fly Oh I wish I had a river

'Cause she's just like the weather, can't hold her together Born from dark water, daughter of the rain and snow 'Cause it's burning through the bloodline It's cutting down the family tree Growing in the landscape, darling, in between you and me She can't

What don't kill you will make you more strong Show your scars Cutting your feet on the hard earth running Breaking your life broken, beat & scarred We die hard You rise you fall Your down then you rise again Rise fall down rise again The dawn the death

Can't help but stare Camo, canary yellow, red white and blue, Highfive to the guy who thought about cutting that thing in two String around her neck or without a strap Watching girls in bikinis is like watching a slinky walk down the stairs (Gimme,

It's harvest time It's harvest time in this little town Time to bring it on in Pay the loans down And make another round There's a big red moon coming up in the sky Combine's cutting in a staggered line The only time of year We missed the church bell's

American nights, one headlight Muscle Shoals, muscle cars Earning our straps underneath these stars Twenty in my pocket feels like a million bucks Cutting down main street in the dark Faded Levi's, worn out chucks Blue-eyed beauty leaning to me We got

Gimme three steps, gimme three steps, mister "Oh, won't you Gimme three steps towards the door? And you'll never see me no more" I was cutting a rug Down at place called The Jug With a girl named Linda Lou When in walked a man With a gun in his hand

I felt a stutter and a waiver, cutting like a razor Like fire through the snow, then straight down to the bone She creeps up like a spider, then wants you deep inside her She turns you into stone, a twisted little show That's how it was all to begin,