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


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