I hate this old place

And what it represents

And I hate who I was

And who I ended up since

But if you learned how to swim in case you'd drowned



Don't ask her for the water

Cause she'll swallow you down



And she's ten miles of peace

And the hardest of nights

And her belfry's got arch

But her rooftops all right

But down here in the sewer

I'm smelling a rat



Don't ask her for the Whiskey

Cause her waters all that



And what horses we rode

Through what somber fields

With our lovers at war

And the dust on their heels

And the infidels screamed, it's all but a lie



Don't ask her for the water,

Cause she'll teach you to cry

Don't ask her for the water

Cause she'll teach you to cry



And her weapon of choice is a red-patterned dress

And a sac full of stones

With her hands on her chest

And a book full of quotes

And a tight fastened lip



Don't ask her for the water

Cause you'll sink like a ship

Don't ask her for the water

Cause you'll sink like a ship