Drink the Water - Eisley

Little wicked boy, come out and shake my hand

I come from where you come from, I’ve seen what you’ve seen

Come lay under my wing, fade into the night

I love you, I can save you if you believe

Drink the water from the mud little boy

Drink the water from the mud

Tell me that you don’t belong little boy

Tell me that you don’t belong

Little impish one, remember what we planned

We won’t hear whistles calling when we are out to sea

Come lay under my wing, morning’s over the shore

I love you, I can teach you if you believe

Drink the water from the mud little boy

Drink the water from the mud

Tell me that you don’t belong little boy

Tell me that you don’t belong