Intro: verse 1: 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 verse 2: 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 verse 3: 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 verse 4: 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 Verse 5: The graveyard is starting to fry And the moonshiners taking to the sky There’s a stone turn into sand Where the water will take back the land (end)