It’s The Water Songtext
von Contracult Collective

Welcome to utopia yes welcome to this place
Where everyone′s a martyr and everyone's a saint

This is not a home
It′s an isolated sanctuary where we all carry the first stone

With honor for the tribe we drink it till we die

It's the water
The trial
The gospel
The ritual

Come one come all
Come see the idols now
Six feet high and swinging from a tree

Who hath they who stands before us?
A prophecy?
No a that's a tourist!
And the council has spoken

Cast out
Exiled
Banished to your branch


With honor for the tribe we drink it till we die

It′s the water
The trial
The gospel
The ritual

Come one come all
Come see the idols now
Six feet high and swinging from a tree

The execution has come your days are over they′re done so if you any words

This is the last chance
Your fate's been created
Death by hanging

Swinging from a tree

Come one come all

Trials and tribulations left them hanging from a rope


This is not a home
Its solitary confinement
It′s the water it's the climate
This is not a home
If this is what′s being alive
I'd rather be swinging from a tree