Blue and red lit up the woods like a road flare on the streets Helicopters circled in the sky trying to find her through the trees Mary Ann took a ride a boy unknown from the beginning it didnt feel right Well he forced, she fought, and when she said no well he took off with her Well he was a dealer Memphis, posing as a teenager trying to get his way Well he knew it was quiet and no one would her down Iroquois Lane
Now the runs slow, but in it contains, the lost stories of old Through the blackness of the night, the hides the cold, dark quiet
Through the years its that these stories arise and they never end the right way And the blackness fills the night the devils out to play inside my little child hell sing through the night Stay away, away hes got you in his sight
Now the river runs slow, but in it contains, the stories of old Through the of the night, the river hides the cold, dark quiet to get lost, easy to get scared Well your mama always told you, child, better not you down there Iroquois
You could smell the anhydrous floating the backwoods, Knew was something wrong There were creatures of the night running to the river to their goods they were living on On of the was packing with a to hide and send them to the state pen He was caught in the fire, blocked in the and outnumbered by ten
Now the river slow, but in it contains, the lost stories of old Through the blackness of the night, the river hides the cold, dark quiet quiet to get lost, easy to get scared Well your mama always told you, child, better not catch you there Lane
Iroquois Lane