Volcano by Pig
And the river will rise up
And heal all the scars
On this broken skin
And drown in this cup
And the flies they will flock
And throw into the dock
And listen with a crooked ear
And they cackle and they sneer
And the river will rise up
And the river will rise up
And the matter of murder
Sits on my shoulder
And whispers to me
That I will be free
God Volcano!
Give me my self respect I plead
God Volcano!
This one thing I can believe
And the river will rise up
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