All along the riverbank nobody seems to know
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They heard nothing, saw even less of the hunger in their souls
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Safety first or safety last I wish I could have helped
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Those poor unfortunate widows standing waiting for their sailor boys
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Madame Nhu, yes madame knew
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Down they came to look around that riverbank
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For names or numbers or anything they could find written there
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On the wall
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Cause somebody seemed to know but no one was prepared to tell
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Anything they'd learnt to love about long ago
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And the cold people getting colder
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Like babysitters in their graves
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Satisfying heretic vicars passing on
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Send them running on ahead picking up the wendy trash instead
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Like foulmouth people openheart surgery creatures
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Crawling back inside of you
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All along the riverbank nobody will ever know
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What fools and their monies sailors and their honeys
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Got stung one evening there
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Cause the stones around their necks are the stones on the Riverbank
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Riverbank
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John Cale |