Song parody of
Drag the River
by Loene Carmen
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Let them drag the river
See what they can find
They might find some body
But it won't be mine
Let them sift the desert sands
Let them search the woods
Aint nobody gonna find me now
Ain't nobody ever could
And I don't think that I'll be coming back
And I don't think that I'll coming back
And I don't think that I'll coming back
Round here again
Let them feast on my remains
I don't really care
The world won't really change
Cos I was never really there
And I don't think that I'll coming back
And I don't think that I'll coming back
And I don't think that I'll coming back
Round here again
They can comb the streets
Drag the fields
Dig the trenches
Show their shields
Track my shadow
Jump the fences
Hunt to kill
Consider the evidence
Seek a clue
Follow my trail
Exhaust all avenues
Join the queue
Nothing really touches me
Nothing gets to me at all
You gotta write your own eulogy
Before you take the fall
And I don't think that I'll coming back
And I don't think that I'll coming back
And I don't think that I'll coming back
Round here again
Uh uh
Let them drag the river
See what they can find
They might find some body
But it won't be mine
Let them sift the desert sands
Let them search the woods
Aint nobody gonna find me now
Ain't nobody ever could
And I don't think that I'll be coming back
And I don't think that I'll coming back
And I don't think that I'll coming back
Round here again
Let them feast on my remains
I don't really care
The world won't really change
Cos I was never really there
And I don't think that I'll coming back
And I don't think that I'll coming back
And I don't think that I'll coming back
Round here again
They can comb the streets
Drag the fields
Dig the trenches
Show their shields
Track my shadow
Jump the fences
Hunt to kill
Consider the evidence
Seek a clue
Follow my trail
Exhaust all avenues
Join the queue
Nothing really touches me
Nothing gets to me at all
You gotta write your own eulogy
Before you take the fall
And I don't think that I'll coming back
And I don't think that I'll coming back
And I don't think that I'll coming back
Round here again
Uh uh
