When The Water Will Take Back The Land (Version 2)

Like they said in the days of old

One day your faces will grow mold

For the judgment is close at hand

When the water will take back the land

From the tallest of the tall

To the pick-axe on the wall

When every bit of soul is canned

The water will take back the land

There's a blow-dryer stinging your eyes

Where the alcohol is starting to rise

And a firehose on a marching band

When the water will take back the land

Your table wheel blew into the smoke

Where gravity certainly awoke

There won't be no-one left you can stand

When the water will take back the land

The graveyard is starting to fry

And the moonshiners taking to the sky

There's a stone turn into sand

Where there water will take back the land