a thousand people cling to bottles, to powdered babies, to leather bibles I'm gonna find, I'll find it, I'll find it, I'll find it right by me and I'm gonna throw me, my body make sweet the water once bitter to me
I'm gonna hush til it's done I'm gonna hush til it's done
a thousand people cling to bottles, to powdered babies, and leather bibles open your creekmouth, your cankered waters, rising out rising out you're rising out... I'm gonna hush til it's done...