And these days will come when the water runs away No reason to live, nowhere to stay Yeah i know, they'll drop the bomb to bring our fields to dust Man, in this withered desert you'll have no better trust
Water! Merchant! You own! The life!
So these days will come and i know they will be rough No water left, head to the dying Yeah i know these days will come, hell i know they bring And for sure i know you'll come right to me