The Flood - Wilson

Church bells ringing on a Sunday morning

But heaven never looked good on me

So I lay in bed with the preacher’s daughter

Feel her holy water pouring down on me

Hail Mary’s can’t cure my disease

No River high enough to wash the sin off of me

Oh oh here it comes

Pouring down on me

Oh oh in the flood

You can lead me to water but you can’t save me

Hang man coming to take my lover

See her swinging in the wind by the cherry tree

That’s ok, I get me another

Cause you can’t steal nothing that you got for free

No you can’t steal nothing that you got for free

Kick It

Oh oh here it comes

Pouring down on me

Oh oh in the flood

You can lead me to water but you can’t save me