Yeah I want to ride the river but the river is dry, too dry We tried to climb a mountain but we got too high, too high Like foam from the lip of a rabid dog We cling to a promise with lungs full of smog I want to ride the river, but the river is dry, too dry Oh, my sweet Lord This could be a paradise This could be a paradise But we're skin and bone Our teeth are all gone Oh, this could be a paradise I want to ride the river but the river is dry, too dry We tried to climb a mountain but it got too high, too high How low can you go when you're held by the spell? Dig a little deeper for a new kind of hell Dig a little deeper for a new kind of hell Oh, my sweet lord You don't call to say you love me anymore This could be a paradise This could be a paradise But we're skin and bone Our teeth are all gone Oh, this could be a paradise This could be a paradise But we're skin and bone Our teeth are all gone Oh, this could be a paradise It was heaven knowing you It was heaven knowing you It was heaven knowing you It was heaven knowing you, yeah This could be a paradise, yeah This could be a paradise But we're skin and bone Our teeth are all gone Oh, this could be a paradise