Lyrics

When the Prospect Before us was one
When the Prospect Before us was a vague certainty
When the Prospect before us was free
Before it chased us from city to city to city

Oh, could a dose of the James River
cleanse you, bless you with forgetfulness
Oh, for once you could neglect
Your whiskey

When the solvent we needed doesn’t pay
A noble hatchet man can’t get out of his own way
And the things that matter aren’t there
The Richmond Recorder isn’t selling big this year

Oh, could a dose of the James River
cleanse you, bless you with forgetfulness
Oh, for once you could neglect
Your whiskey

Who could have known, we’d be gasping for air,
In three feet of water, intellectually impaired
These malignant passions make it so hard to breath
Offerings to Lethe, are the only way to grieve

And the only thing to save us, is this two penny trash
And the only thing to save us is this two penny trash