Lyrics:
Irrigation running in the neighbors yard
Canal bon fire by the Mellon's farm
Big ol' muffler, slow ass car
Baking, making cookies on the asphalt tar
their place
For Irishmen can stand their ground
And stand their ground they shall
In water to their waists they're digging
The New Basin Canal
Black mud
Driving this ol' tractor
Plowing up the ground
Planting my seeds
Hoping that they sprout
When I water them
When I water them
Montana prairie
High
into salvation
Bring water to the Thursday like irrigation
When you go toe to toe, you don't go, one on one
But Christ in my place in substitution
We are here from oklahoma to frack up your town
to poison your water, shake up your ground
buy up you statehouses, and EPA , news
the attorney
KonKrete
I go harder than a dick right before a presentation
Looking at these niggas all I see are imitations
Smooth flow like water and some fucking
desires and inclinations
Pass through the fire into salvation
Bring water to the thirsday like irrigation
When you go toe to toe you don't go one on one
But
enough away from the river
To have the water without the floods
It lasted alnost three generations
Before its time had come
Come on Gila River, get on by
Two centuries ago, a project was begun
To carry goods for sale north from Farmington
With roads too slow and money ever tight
A new canal was
this is your favorite trap
Grub worm wants to play a little game
Caress the canal and overtake the brain
Napalm down the valley is her name
She wants
clearer
I don't need these damn filters
Eyes close mind drifts
Brain lifts reach bliss
My Feet off the ground
My jump ropes in disguise
I'm not really fly
the water's crystal clear
And the fish are swimming in the Venice canals
Well I know there's heartbreak and sorrow
And I know there's really nothing I can say
as a tree, will Bill!
Like a tree he'll grow
With his head held high
And his feet planted firm on the ground
And you won't see nobody dare to try
To boss
rented a car at the Erie Canal
But the car didn't have no brake
Said ma to pa "My God this car
Is gonna fall into the bottomless lake"
Well, mama turned
as a tree, will Bill
Like a tree he'll grow
With his head held high
And his feet planted firm on the ground
And you won't see nobody dare to try
To boss
like a Canal Street watch
You're hearing me and you're like "oh my God its Sasquatch!"
But I'm walkin' on water while you're stepping in shit
So put
like a Canal Street watch
You're hearing me and you're like "oh my God its Sasquatch!"
But I'm walkin' on water while you're stepping in shit
So put
One summer evening drunk as hell
I sat there nearly lifeless.
An old man in the corner sang,
Where the water lilies grow.
On the jukebox Johnny sang,
One summer evening drunk to hell
I stood there nearly lifeless
An old man in the corner sang
Where the water lilies grow
And on the jukebox
One summer evening, drunk to hell
Stood there, nearly lifeless
An old man in the corner sang
"Where the Water Lilies Grow"
And on the jukebox,
as a tree, will Bill!
Like a tree he'll grow
With his head held high
And his feet planted firm on the ground
And you won't see nobody dare to try
To boss
One summer evening drunk to hell
I stood there nearly lifeless
An old man in the corner sang
Where the water lilies grow
And on the jukebox Johnny
On the highest point in Dayton just south of downtown
Woodland Cemetery, a majestic resting ground
Visitors from around the world honor the Brothers
Show was a Bar & Lounge
Root canal, false crown
Roll through dust bowl town, windows down
True Grit, water for ground
So woke, still got a chew stick
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