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