[Produced By Ethan Johns]
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
Cos she'll swallow you down
And she's ten miles of peace
And the hardest of nights
And her belfry's got arch
But her rooftop's all right
But down here in the sewer
I'm smelling a rat
Don't ask her for the whiskey
Cos her water's all that
And what horses we rode
Through what sombre fields
With our lovers at war
And the dust on their heels
And the infidels screamed, "It's all but a lie"
Don't ask her for the water
Cos she'll teach you to cry
Don't ask her for the water
Cos she'll 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
Don't ask her for the water
Cos you'll sink like a ship
Don't ask her for the water
Cos you'll sink like a ship