Let the water come
She's the only one I love
Let the fat man drop
She's the sweetest honey pot
Will they see the sky again
Who will sing their blues for them
Let the factories rust
She's the only thing I trust
Let the virus spread
She's the silk vine in my bed
Will they breathe our air again
Who will sing their blues for them
When you're feeling moot
You can have your conscious all you want
You cant say I do nothing, yeah
I put it off
Where you gonna go
If they come for you
Will there be someone
Left to sing your blues
Where you gonna run
When they come for you
Will there be someone
Left to sing your blues
Writer(s): James Christopher Adkins, Richard E Burch, Zachary Michel Lind, Thomas Darrell Linton
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