Intro: A D A B A D A E A verse 1: A D A Like they said in the days of old A B One day your faces will grow mold A D A For the judgment is close at hand A E A When the water will take back the land verse 2: A D A From the tallest of the tall A B To the pick-axe on the wall A D A When every bit of soul is canned A E A The water will take back the land verse 3: A D A There's a blow-dryer stinging your eyes A B Where the alcohol is starting to rise A D A And a firehose on a marching band A E A When the water will take back the land verse 4: A D A Your table wheel blew into the smoke A B Where gravity certainly awoke A D A There won't be no-one left you can stand A E A When the water will take back the land Verse 5: A D A The graveyard is starting to fry A B And the moonshiners taking to the sky A D A There's a stone turn into sand A E A Where the water will take back the land (end)