When The Water Will Take Back The Land Songtext / Lyric

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 bitter soul is canned

The water will take back the land






There's a blow-dryer stinging your eyes

When the alcohol is starting to rise

There's a fire hose on a marching band

When the water will take back the land



Your table where it 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 turning to sand

Where there water will take back the land