| All along the riverbank nobody seems to know | |
| They heard nothing, saw even less of the hunger in their souls | |
| Safety first or safety last i wish i could have helped | |
| Those poor unfortunate widows standing waiting for their sailor boys | |
| Madame nhu, yes madame knew | |
| Down they came to look around that riverbank | |
| For names or numbers or anything they could find written there | |
| On the wall | |
| Cause somebody seemed to know but no one was prepared to tell | |
| Anything they'd learnt to love about long ago | |
| And the cold people getting colder | |
| Like babysitters in their graves | |
| Satisfying heretic vicars passing on | |
| Send them running on ahead picking up the wendy trash instead | |
| Like foulmouth people openheart surgery creatures | |
| Crawling back inside of you | |
| All along the riverbank nobody will ever know | |
| What fools and their monies sailors and their honeys | |
| Got stung one evening there | |
| Cause the stones around their necks are the stones on the riverbank |