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