A thousand people cling to bottles
To powdered babies, and leather bibles
Oh, oh, oh
I'm gonna find it, I'll find it
I'll find it, I'll find it right by me
And I'm gonna throw me, my body
Make sweet the water once bitter to me
I'm gonna hush
Til it's done
I'm gonna hush
Til it's done
A thousand people cling to bottles
To powdered babies and leather bibles
Open your creekmouth, your cankered waters
Rising out, rising out, you're rising out, you're rising out
I'm gonna hush til it's done