Like they said in the days of old
One day your faces will grow mold
For the judgement 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 in canned
When 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 firehose on the marching band
When the water will take back the land
Your tableware blew into 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 moonshine is taken to the sky
There's a stone turning to sand
When the water will take back the land
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APPEARS ON:
1992 Tape
Don't Get Bent Out Of Shape
LENGTH:
2:27
WRITTEN BY:
Beck Hansen
PRODUCED BY:
Beck Hansen
ENGINEERED BY:
Beck Hansen
PERFORMERS:
Beck Hansen
Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Harmonica, Percussion
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