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