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