Girls are walking with their mothers, shopping for clothes
Sons are sitting with their fathers, fishing for ideas in their souls.
The roads are stained, it seems impossible, impossible to clean
The oil and the salt mix to a shining, shining gleam
Down by the river, it's getting cold, down by the river, it's getting cold
But it won't stop the bastards trying and it won't stop the people from dying
And it won't stop the bastards trying, and it's all because of you, all because of you
Because of you
Girls are walking with their mothers, shopping for clothes
Sons are sitting with their fathers, fishing for ideas in their souls
But down by the river, it's getting cold, down by the river, it's getting cold
But it won't stop the bastards trying and, it won't stop the people from dying
And it won't stop the bastards trying, and it's all because of you, all because of you
Down by the river, it's getting cold, down by the river it's getting cold
Down by the river, because of you, down by the river it's getting cold
Down by the river, it's getting cold, down by the river it's getting cold