New River, New River
You don't know nothing
But you must know something
This is what the foxes found as they drowned
New River, New River
You don't know nothing
Vodka bottles floating
With their labels picked away
This is what the foxes found as they moved too close to town
Cut the grass and polish the view
For the banker on his sofa who
Ignores the moped twisted and black
And the dog end on the swans back
Who was brought here to distract
From the inescapable fact
That you can't completely erase the wild places people crave
New River