This Is a Rape - The Flood
This flood wants to rape you
Outside it resides and it smiles
And Lucy, we've all come to save you
But first we're gonna see how loud you scream
This flood doesn't like you
He wants to be alone, but he can't be lonely
This flood soaks your curtains, you give him your certains
You give him your plans, give him your thirties
This is a rape, this is a bankrupt robbery, a grand larceny
So hands can go up, this is a stick up
Give me everything
If only we could hold this forever
The breath, the breath, the headline rise
We're gonna scramble just to dam up the river
But knowing full well we won't be staying dry
We'll go home, go home
To your dismal apartment, see how the flood left it
Go home, we'll go home
Give those bovines a bedsore 'cause that's all you're good for
You know, once you know
Once you sandbag the walls and pray God to defend that
We know, and we all know
All the king's men can't put this back together again
My soul don't want peace or tranquility
My inner self does not require equanimity
My soul wants reservations
I wanna be someone who never needs reservations, and
In my heart, I want my nose to be smaller
My incarnation wants my fingernails longer, and
And when it comes up to your knees
Don't hold your breath, just breathe in deep
I want to be able to say in a disassociated way
"What the fuck, what the fuck," and "Whatever"
If only we could hold this forever
The breath, the breath, the headline rise
We're gonna scramble just to dam up the river
But knowing full well we won't be staying dry
We'll go home, go home
Keep your hands where I see them, your wallets, your reason
Go home, we'll go home
It's your life or your money, don't try nothing funny
You know, now you know
Once you sandbag the walls and pray God to defend that
We know, and we all know
All the king's men can't put this back together again
All the king's men can't put this back together again
All the king's men can't put this back together again
Outside it resides and it smiles
And Lucy, we've all come to save you
But first we're gonna see how loud you scream
This flood doesn't like you
He wants to be alone, but he can't be lonely
This flood soaks your curtains, you give him your certains
You give him your plans, give him your thirties
This is a rape, this is a bankrupt robbery, a grand larceny
So hands can go up, this is a stick up
Give me everything
If only we could hold this forever
The breath, the breath, the headline rise
We're gonna scramble just to dam up the river
But knowing full well we won't be staying dry
We'll go home, go home
To your dismal apartment, see how the flood left it
Go home, we'll go home
Give those bovines a bedsore 'cause that's all you're good for
You know, once you know
Once you sandbag the walls and pray God to defend that
We know, and we all know
All the king's men can't put this back together again
My soul don't want peace or tranquility
My inner self does not require equanimity
My soul wants reservations
I wanna be someone who never needs reservations, and
In my heart, I want my nose to be smaller
My incarnation wants my fingernails longer, and
And when it comes up to your knees
Don't hold your breath, just breathe in deep
I want to be able to say in a disassociated way
"What the fuck, what the fuck," and "Whatever"
If only we could hold this forever
The breath, the breath, the headline rise
We're gonna scramble just to dam up the river
But knowing full well we won't be staying dry
We'll go home, go home
Keep your hands where I see them, your wallets, your reason
Go home, we'll go home
It's your life or your money, don't try nothing funny
You know, now you know
Once you sandbag the walls and pray God to defend that
We know, and we all know
All the king's men can't put this back together again
All the king's men can't put this back together again
All the king's men can't put this back together again
Credits
Writer(s): John Ashley Congleton
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