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 youd drowned
Dont ask her for the water

Cause shell swallow you down
And shes 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
Im smelling a rat
Dont 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
Dont ask her for the water
Cause shell teach you to cry

Dont ask her for the water

Cause shell teach you to cry

And her weapon of choice is a red patterned dress
And a sac full of stones
With her hands on her chest
And a book full of quotes
And a tight fastened lip
Dont ask her for the water
Cause youll sink like a ship
Dont ask her for the water

Cause youll sink like a ship