Words by Steve Hindalong
Music by Derri Daugherty, Tim Chandler, and Steve Hindalong

I could tell you there is no troll in the valley
No tricky ghoul behing the trees
Yeah, I could tell you there is no molester in the alley
To take a lead pipe to your knee
But you won't believe it 'cause it ain't true
You won't believe it 'cause it ain't true
Rivers flowing through your precious body blue
Trickle crimson when the chicken claws you

I could assure you
You could not be swallowed by the ground
Since we've moved away from L.A.
And I could tell you
No child of Jesus will be found
Under rubble somewhere today
But you won't believe it 'cause it ain't true
You won't believe it 'cause it ain't true
Rivers flowing through your precious body blue
Trickle crimson when the chicken claws you

Yes, I could swear it
I will not betray another friend
I've found true love and I've lost an eye
And I might promise never to hurt you again
Cross my contrite heart and hope to die
You won't believe it 'cause it ain't true
Rivers flowing through your precious body blue
Trickle crimson when the chicken claws you