I hate this old place And what it represents And I hate who I was And who I ended up since But if you learned how to swim in case you'd drowned Don't ask her for the water Cause she'll swallow you down And she's ten miles of peace And the hardest of nights And her belfry's got arch But her rooftops all right But down here in the sewer I'm smelling a rat Don't ask her for the Whiskey Cause her waters all that And what horses we rode Through what somber fields With our lovers at war And the dust on their heels And the infidels screamed, "it's all but a lie" Don't ask her for the water, Cause she'll teach you to cry Don't ask her for the water Cause she'll teach you to cry And her weapon of choice is a red-patterned dress And a sac full of stones With her hands on her chest And a book full of quotes And a tight fastened lip Don't ask her for the water Cause you'll sink like a ship Don't ask her for the water Cause you'll sink like a ship