oh muddy water flowing in this murky vein   rode his bike into the river   came out soaking but the same, disenchanted   hates the world he's living in   it's curtains raides to no applause    and the future blood on santa claws    and the river bank is just broken glass   you can hear the cars on theoverpass   swimming in a stagnent stream   treading water at thirteen   he's trying to breathe   inhaling muddy water   trying to see   it's stinging, muddy water   trying to leave the sins of our fathers   he can't concieve why he should even bother   muddy water pulls him down