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 youâ€™d drowned. Donâ€™t ask her for the water. Cause sheâ€™ll swallow you down. And sheâ€™s ten miles of peace. And the hardest of nights. And her belfryâ€™s got arch. But her rooftops all right. But down here in the sewer. Iâ€™m smelling a rat. Donâ€™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 â€œitâ€™s all but a lieâ€. Donâ€™t ask her for the water. Cause sheâ€™ll teach you to cry. Donâ€™t ask her for the water. Cause sheâ€™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. Donâ€™t ask her for the water. Cause youâ€™ll sink like a ship. Donâ€™t ask her for the water. Cause youâ€™ll sink like a ship.