Tono: A
Introducción: A D A B A D A E A
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Like they said in the days of old
A B
One day your faces will grow mold
A D A
For the judgment is close at hand
A E A
When the water will take back the land
A D A
From the tallest of the tall
A B
To the pick-axe on the wall
A D A
When every bit of soul is canned
A E A
The water will take back the land
A D A
There's a blow-dryer stinging your eyes
A B
Where the alcohol is starting to rise
A D A
And a firehose on a marching band
A E A
When the water will take back the land
A D A
Your table wheel blew into the smoke
A B
Where gravity certainly awoke
A D A
There won't be no-one left you can stand
A E A
When the water will take back the land
A D A
The graveyard is starting to fry
A B
And the moonshiners taking to the sky
A D A
There's a stone turn into sand
A E A
Where the water will take back the land
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