The River - Blacktop Mojo

where have you gone to hide this time,

when will you face me for your crimes

you have always been concealed for your lies, and your tricks

and now while you hide behind this 6ft thick

they can’t protect you from death, I will see you again

and I will come to collect, when I cross the river

who will slip through my hands, like smoke from a flame

you think your safe in the ground, deep down in the grave