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The rain couldn't take a hint The hail came down for days This here ain't water son Embrace the malaise This here ain't water Just another cup of something Another tantrum beating on the roof This here ain't water son Nor dose it mean anything Heed the word And be the living proof The sun couldn't get out of bed We didn't see her for weeks This here ain't water It's a whip of shale wind Come to smack the day onto your cheeks This here ain't water Just another cup of something Another man painted by his curse This here ain't water son Nor does it weigh anything But it will always pull you closer to the earth Is it all this weather we’ve been having? Is that why everyone seems so blue? Gut me dancing Sliding in Claret stew Spread in strokes With Jiving boots Fueld on neon fumes Will the gods spare us the weather? Or whoever? Store-bought Normans Farm-bred and necked pecking It's not their fault We're all the same Force-fed and fenced in It's like a cult out here Even the lonely ones seem to bow To something that's so hard to understand That keeps us alone and Feeds a western right to sadness Crying at the moon for the right to croon Standing on a history of factory fodder On planned madness For me sir the floor? Words escape me Has anything ever changed? Ever, at all? The wind couldn’t whistle us a tune It only screamed for days This here ain’t water, son Embrace the malaise
