White Boy Speaks of Rivers

A. P. Hebert

I keep my mouth shut cos I don’t wanna be
I don’t wanna be obscene
I keep my eyes shut cos I don’t wanna see
I don’t wanna see what you won’t see in me

Sheared, shucked, soaking in the mud
None you could shake from me
Tucked up, pulled tight, f***ed
The way it’s supposed to be

Oh, I’ll show you where it ends
All golden in the sunset, dried blood on the skin
Oh, I’ll show you where they end
The white boy speaks of rivers, quick as they begin

You can get back in the car,
Didn’t need to know just what you are
No I apologize it’s fine
But really, the fault is mine
Pull the curtains, cut the light
Last waking thought I think tonight
He’d’ve wished you well, he’d’ve wished you might
Have had this wish you wish tonight

Oh, I’ll show you where it ends
All golden in the sunset, dried blood on the skin
Oh, I’ll show you where they end
The white boy speaks of rivers, quick as they begin