Beck - When The Water Will Take Back The Land lyrics
[Beck - When The Water Will Take Back The Land lyrics]
Like they said in the days of old
One day your faces will grow mold
For the judgment is close at hand
When the water will take back the land
From the tallest of the tall
To the pick-axe on the wall
When every bit of soul is canned
The water will take back the land
There's a blow-dryer stinging your eyes
Where the alcohol is starting to rise
And a firehose on a marching band
When the water will take back the land
Your table wheel blew into the smoke
Where gravity certainly awoke
There won't be no-one left you can stand
When the water will take back the land
The graveyard is starting to fry
And the moonshiners taking to the sky
There's a stone turn into sand
Where there water will take back the land
One day your faces will grow mold
For the judgment is close at hand
When the water will take back the land
From the tallest of the tall
To the pick-axe on the wall
When every bit of soul is canned
The water will take back the land
There's a blow-dryer stinging your eyes
Where the alcohol is starting to rise
And a firehose on a marching band
When the water will take back the land
Your table wheel blew into the smoke
Where gravity certainly awoke
There won't be no-one left you can stand
When the water will take back the land
The graveyard is starting to fry
And the moonshiners taking to the sky
There's a stone turn into sand
Where there water will take back the land
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