Unholy River There’s an unholy river bubbling up straight from hell. Smells like something’s burning, and you’re not looking well. It’s just like that movie we watched the other night, about a man with a quiet plan for genocide. Get out of here, get out of here, Get out of town. Stay out of here, stay out of here, before it takes you down. There’s an unholy river running through my veins. I know it’s poison but it got me again. When people try to help me, I get so damned depressed. The more I know they’re counting on me, the worse it gets. Stay away from here, Stay away from here You know you can’t win. Stay away from here, Stay away from here or it’ll be the end. I just heard on the tv: they say the river’s clean. I don’t know what I believe after all I’ve seen. Seems there’s a madness, and it’s surely takin’ hold. The unholy river don’t wanna to be controlled. First thing is to save yourself; have a look around. Make sure you got a way out when the shit goes down.