Im sitting at this table I painted a shiny red With a bowl full of oranges, a candle and a half a cigarette I turn on the radio watch the tubes begin to glow And the light flickers with the voice of one who knows Take me to the river Wash me in the water He sings to me, to the fallen water And I hear him singing out Im nervous in my skin I feel it has been read rent And the mess thats seeping out Only the devil could have sent Wash me in the water Get rid of the evidence She is standing on the bank Prayin for water to take my breath Take me to the river Wash me in the water He sings to me, to the fallen And I hear him singing out say do it now My muscles have grown weary dragging this cloak of frogs Now mosses have grown where he dragged in his cloak of frogs And I cried when the deal was struck Oh please no gun For I am a murderer hidden in a gasoline shroud You were my healer you were my match I was gonna burn this damn thing down
water, wash, frog, cloak, sings