The River

I was dreaming of a mountain In the sky above the flood And a forest and a city And a river made of blood Baptist guy keeps getting closer Tries to pull me down to the river Have I been such a wayward daughter? Hold my head under the water (Take my hand now) Oh, then I started shouting (We'll go walking) I felt like I was drowning (On that mountain) Baptist, he keeps on plunging (Above the flood) my hands, they keep on grabbing (In the forest) his hair, a tangled nest (We'll make a canoe) he smacks me across the chest (Put it in the) "Oh, what have I done then, Father?" (River of blood) "You've been a wayward daughter" Left my mind on the riverbank Left behind in the mud, it sank Baptist guy, I gotta thank you For the bath though I didn't want to (When the river) I feel the harsh demands (Becomes an ocean) made by the Baptist's hands (Every spirit) he bends me across his knee (Of every man) I'm backwards, I cannot see (Will rise up and) there's filth streaming out of me (We will recall that) there's water rushing over me (We are all but) there's filth streaming out of me (One blood again) there's water rushing over me (I was dreaming) Baptist guy (Of a mountain) keeps getting closer (In the sky) tries to pull (Above the flood) me down to the river (And the forest) have I been (And the city) such a wayward daughter? (And the river) hold my head (Made of blood) under the water Oh, then I started shouting I felt like I was drowning Baptist, he keeps on plunging My hands, they keep on grabbing His hair, a tangled nest He smacks me across the chest "Oh, what have I done then, Father?" "You've been a wayward daughter" (Take my hand now) Left my mind (We'll go walking) on the riverbank (On that mountain) left behind (Above the flood) in the mud, it sank (In the forest) Baptist guy (We'll make a canoe) I gotta thank you (Put it in the) for the bath (River of blood) though I didn't want to I feel the harsh demands Made by the Baptist's hands He bends me across his knee I'm backwards, I cannot see There's filth streaming out of me There's water rushing over me There's filth streaming out of me There's water rushing over me When the river becomes an ocean And every spirit of every man Will rise up and we will recall that We are all but one blood again