this rivers rotten at the bottom hot and stinkin
and all the cactuses in texas couldn't drink it
I wade in right up to my hip and sip the water
I missed the fish upon my dish until I caught her

i'd wither without you

you need an engine in a race car to win races
get rid of gravity for rockets out in spaces
bust open molecules and they leave tiny traces
it's like my run of clubs to you four smiling aces

I'd wither without you