When the Prospect Before Us was one
When the Prospect Before Us
Was a vague certainty
When the Prospect Before Us was free
Before it chased us
From city to city to city
And Oh
Could a dose of the James River
Cleanse you
Blessed you with forgetfulness
And Oh
For once you could neglect
Your whiskey
When the solvent we needed doesn't pay
The noble hatchet man
Can't get out of his own way
And the things that matter aren't there
The Richmond Recorder
Isn't selling at all this year
And Oh
Could a dose of the James River
Cleanse you
Blessed you with forgetfulness
And Oh
For once you could neglect
Your whiskey
And who could have known
We'd be gasping for air
In three feet of water
Intellectually impaired
And these malignant passions
Make it so hard to breathe
These offerings to Lethe
Are the only way to grieve
And the only thing to save us
Is this two penny trash
Yea the only thing to save us
Is this two penny trash
Yea the only thing to save us
Is this two penny trash
Yea the only thing to save us
Is this two penny trash