Intro: A D A B A D A E A Verse 1:A D A Like they said in the days of oldA B One day your faces will grow moldA D A For the judgment is close at handA E A When the water will take back the land Verse 2:A D A From the tallest of the tallA B To the pick-axe on the wallA D A When every bit of soul is cannedA E A The water will take back the land Verse 3:A D A There's a blow-dryer stinging your eyesA B Where the alcohol is starting to riseA D A And a firehose on a marching bandA E A When the water will take back the land Verse 4:A D A Your table wheel blew into the smokeA B Where gravity certainly awokeA D A There won't be no-one left you can standA E A When the water will take back the land Verse 5:A D A The graveyard is starting to fryA B And the moonshiners taking to the skyA D A There's a stone turn into sandA E A Where the water will take back the land
When The Water Will Take Back The Land
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