Water's Edge

«don't go there"I heard her say.
«you can’t stomach what you’re going to see»
It’s down there, by the water’s edge
wasted and bloated and waiting for someone else
funny how, these little things come about
when you’re tied to the teeth and mouth
no sound or fury, no shot of pain
there was no real reason, no gain
I can’t go down to the water’s edge
I didn’t do it… I saw who did it Don’t go down to the water’s edge
they did it once and they can do it again
it ain’t no secret to me how she got there down by the stream
I’d seen her a minute before the van pulled up and opened
the door (took all my love)
but I can’t say a single word
about what I saw of her
her killers… they got their friends
in familiar places, I tell you man
this ain’t no fucking game
and I’m feeling so ashamed
because I didn’t do anything
I didn’do a thing
I swear