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When you’re lonely and lost
When you’ve gone the wrong way
They’ll stone and criticise you
As you beg for your salvation

Fishing in a cold dead river
Wading through the weeds and mud
Pissing in the red, red river
Till the fear begins to freeze your blood
They don’t lie, they don’t swear
They won’t die, and they just don’t care
They don’t breed, they don’t cry
Cos they’re dark little fish, that’s why

They always mess with your head
Somehow they know what you feel
And they will always have a story
To makes you wonder what’s real

It’s only suffering and pain
And you can lock it away
Beside their other little secrets
And they will never say they’re sorry