Burn the River Dry - Jim White

Door is locked, no one’s home

Frame is empty, picture’s missing

Throw that rock right through the window

Hey, I know him, he’s a singer

Roam around, another town, looks like Phoenix, Arizona

Borrow the car from it’s owner

That sleepy head, he’s dreaming the dreams of suburbia

Yeah suburbia

Me, I don’t care, I just pay what it takes to feel alive

Cause somehow somewhere

Hell everyone I know is waiting

Just waiting to burn the river dry

And nothing works more than once

It keeps you restless, always moving

Fretful searching for a brand new spanking form of deliverance

Movies stars, heroin

Dreams of wild old fucking grandeur

Snap your fingers, now you’re famous

Close your eyes as you sell out

To all them suckers that you hate

Yeah, them suckers that you hate

Me, I don’t care, I just pay what it takes to feel alive

Somehow, somewhere

Everyone I know is waiting

Just waiting to burn that river dry

Burn that river dry

Hands that once reached for heaven

Grabbing at the penny in the sewer

Smell of your soul burning on the skewer

And all that dirt that you have swallowed

The howling voice from the closet

Better run away just because it

Seems to know a little bit too much about

All them shallow graves that you got buried

In the field of your experience

Me, I don’t care, I just pay what it takes to feel alive

Somehow somewhere, hell everyone I know is waiting

Just waiting to burn that river dry