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