On a cab drive home from the dark side
Hearing fat lip preach from the far side
I was told about her
I was told about her
As we stopped in front of the red light
The rain washed out chariot that night
I was told about her
I was told about her
She is pure
Our eyes connect through the rear view
But you want more
Than she's giving you
As you're telling me your lies
And you're telling me your truths
Well
She don't have no choice
She don't have no choice in the matter
Oh, just sailing down the river
She don't have no voice
She only has a silence to shatter
She's just sailing down the river to the grave
Sailing down the river
As they picked her up, Mississippi mud
On her hand and hair, you were covered up
I was told about you
I've been worried about you
On a missing high, she changed her light
But it's not your word to justify
I was told about you
I was warned about you
She is pure
Our eyes connect through the rear view
But you want more
Than she's giving you
As you're telling me your lies
And you're telling me your truths
Well
She don't have no choice
She don't have no choice in the matter
Oh, just sailing down the river
She don't have no voice
She only has a silence to shatter
She's just sailing down the river to the grave
Sailing down the river to the grave
Sailing down the river
She don't have no choice
She don't have no choice in the matter
Oh, just sailing down the river
She don't have no voice
She only has a silence to shatter
She's just sailing down the river to the grave
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