Intro
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Verse 1:
B E B
Like they said in the days of old
B C#
One day your faces will grow mold
B E B
For the judgment is close at hand
B F# B
When the water will take back the land
Verse 2:
B E B
From the tallest of the tall
B C#
To the pick-axe on the wall
B E B
When every bit of soul is canned
B F# B
The water will take back the land
Verse 3:
B E B
There's a blow-dryer stinging your eyes
B C#
Where the alcohol is starting to rise
B E B
And a firehose on a marching band
B F# B
When the water will take back the land
Verse 4:
B E B
Your table wheel blew into the smoke
B C#
Where gravity certainly awoke
B E B
There won't be no-one left you can stand
B F# B
When the water will take back the land
Verse 5:
B E B
The graveyard is starting to fry
B C#
And the moonshiners taking to the sky
B E B
There's a stone turn into sand
B F# B
Where the water will take back the land
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