Drug From the Banks

Crazy old lady don't throw rocks near the river no more
Looks like the spirit of the river had something in store

Plain as the eyes on the devil's face
Held the moon's reflection in his sweet embrace
Crazy old lady don't throw rocks near the river no more

Mean old woman put her hands to the goatskin drum
The children in the trees didn't know if they should dance or run

Plain as the eyes on the devil's face
A rhythm so strong, bending time and space
The children of the forest didn't know if they should dance or run

Father, oh father, this madness wears my mind
There's blood on the wind, and the moonlight stings my eyes

The black suede of night on my shoulders lay
The rhythm of the current wants my soul to take
Father, oh father, there is madness in my mind

Crazy old lady don't throw rocks near the river no more