When the Water Will Take Back the Land (Version 1)

Like they said in the days of old One day your faces will grow mold For the judgement is close at hand When the water will take back the land From the tallest of the tall To the pickaxe on the wall When every bit of soul is canned When the water will take back the land There's a blow-dryer stinging your eyes When the alcohol is starting to rise There's a fire hose on the marching band When the water will take back the land Well, the graveyard is starting to fry And the moonshine has taken to the sky There's a stone turnin' to sand Where the water will take back the land