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 shell swallow you down And she's ten miles of peace And the hardest of nights And her belfrys 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 its all but a lie Don't ask her for the water Cause shell teach you to cry
Don't ask her for the water
Cause shell teach you to cry
And her weapon of choice is a redpatterned 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
