She pulled him out of the river
Fed him, clothed him, found him a home
Cos pulling folk out the river
Is the only way she’s ever known
She pulls him out of the river
And tomorrow she’ll pull him out again
She pulls him out of the river
But she’ll never meet the bastards
That keep throwing him in
Keep throwing him in
She pulls them out of the river
Without ever asking from where they’ve come
Fishing souls out the river
And some days her day’s work is never done
She pulls him out of the river
And tomorrow she’ll pull him out again
She pulls him out of the river
But she’ll never meet the bastards
That keep throwing him in
Keep throwing him in
She’s fishing souls out the river
Seems that’s the way it’s always been
While the soulless bastards in government
Keep throwing them in
She pulls him out of the river
And tomorrow she’ll pull him out again
She pulls him out of the river
But she’ll never meet the bastards
That keep throwing him in
Keep throwing him in
She’s fishing souls out the river
Seems that’s the way it’s always been
While the soulless bastards in government
Keep throwing us in
Keep throwing us in
Keep throwing us in
Steve White & The Protest Family 