Through crooked teeth and mouthed up ties They spit you up river just like all those lions That walked the banks They said, "Paint me that river And would you use only blues With a brilliant big black mouth and? Lengths of pines that route the river

On the mouth of the river On the mouth of the river (woah) And the wrath of the giver With the hands of a sinner And the wrath of the giver (woah) With the hands of a sinner (woah) Oh I am going under I am going under Oh the mouth of the river

Overwhelming power Keep on burning, change There's a river of time Let us worship this god of destruction On nothing we can rely All is gone, belong to the past You should learn by the time Everything changing over and over We're all falling so fast Keep