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The Water'll Come

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The water’ll come
 
The water’ll come
The water’ll come
 
That’s how it should be
 
Why shouldn’t boneheads live
Why’d in the morning they grieve
Pain on the throttle
And to applaud on the cheeks
Salt on a corn1
To swim in snow waist-deep
A pity – not
Fight wall-to-wall
Anglewise, edgewise
Back ‘gainst the wall
Stood in a nook with a nail
Scribbling swearwords
 
Call-and-response if got lumps – would be a gong
There was wind-clap ‘neath the table – would be a bed
 
I’ll be asleep.
 
The water’ll come
 
Have bled the holidays – were washed in the same water
Pour the dry soap in ‘nother glass
The water’ll come
 
The water’ll come
 
That water is full of beads – there’re rainbow bridges over it
Why shouldn’t boneheads wait – both hiems and summer of the same colour
Both hiems and summer of the same colour
And wool will grow on the wall when the spring comes again
And how’s that
 
All books are without backs
All fish is without bones
The water’ll come
 
The water’ll come
Why not to live
 
To break the head on the run – to fly on swaddling wings made of gause
To mould new friends out of snow and sell each one for a rouble
To look for needles in haystacks
A snake-needle will be found in the hay
 
A needle-snake, yeah
The hay does not dry in my carroty head
The clay does not die in my torn and darned sack
The hay does not dry in my carroty head
The dale won’t catch fire on the opposite bank
The water’ll come
The water’ll come
I’ll be asleep
The water’ll come.
 

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