DM Stith
Creekmouth
A thousand people cling to bottlesTo powdered babies, and leather biblesOh, oh, ohI'm gonna find it, I'll find itI'll find it, I'll find it right by meAnd I'm gonna throw me, my bodyMake sweet the water once bitter to meI'm gonna hushTil it's doneI'm gonna hushTil it's doneA thousand people cling to bottlesTo powdered babies and leather biblesOpen your creekmouth, your cankered watersRising out, rising out, you're rising out, you're rising outI'm gonna hush til it's done
From Letras Mania