The Flask
Don't drink the water. Don't drink the water.
There's a tidal wave approaching you and me.
Oh there's an island with no poverty and
harmony is peppered on its thieves.
Don't drink the water. Don't drink the water.
Its ingredients will surely make you sneeze.
Oh there's an island with no army and a
band that tells a story to the trees.
In the grass lays a flask behind
a wall of human waste.
If at all filled with blood.
You will applaud. You will applaud.
Don't drink the water. Don't drink the water.
There's a bamboo stick that
walks along the beach.
Oh there's an island of tsunamis if you
close your eyes to the breeze.
In the grass lays a flask behind a
wall of human waste.
If at all filled with blood.
You will applaud. You will applaud.
In the grass lays a flask for me.
