Cool Water Lyrics
| Song | Cool Water |
| Artist | Talking Heads |
| Album | Naked |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Day by day ... whistle while you work ... our | |
| Backs are breaking ... up from hollow earth ... | |
| From end to end ... the noise begins ... in the | |
| Human battle stations ... and the big one's | |
| Coming in | |
| Work, work, work, work ... work till holes are | |
| Filled ... work, work, work, work ... bags of | |
| Bone and skin ... lovers hold hands ... tossing | |
| Their heads ... tangled in hair ... tied to earth | |
| ... with skin and glue | |
| But their skin is the same as yours | |
| Coming in for the world to see | |
| They can sit at the table, too | |
| The same blood as you and me | |
| Speak very softly .. hold my hand ... someone is | |
| Sleeping ... in my bed ... priests pass by ... | |
| Worms crawl in ... one dreams to be ... one dream | |
| For all | |
| His skin is the same as yours | |
| Is he not made the same as you? | |
| And some have fallen down | |
| And blood spilled on the ground | |
| Work, work,work | |
| Till his life is doneu | |
| The old man .. is at our door ... and he's | |
| Knocking ... knocking ... as his neighbors weep | |
| ... each day repeats ... are we nothing in your | |
| Eyes? ... someone answer, someone answer ... this | |
| Rusted garden gate ... can barely even stand ... | |
| Their work is over now ... and rest will be at | |
| Hand | |
| Is their skin not the same as yours? | |
| Can they sit at the table to drink | |
| Cool water | |
| Cool wateru | |
| And his lungs are filled with rain... | |
| And the water's rushing in... |
| Day by day ... whistle while you work ... our | |
| Backs are breaking ... up from hollow earth ... | |
| From end to end ... the noise begins ... in the | |
| Human battle stations ... and the big one' s | |
| Coming in | |
| Work, work, work, work ... work till holes are | |
| Filled ... work, work, work, work ... bags of | |
| Bone and skin ... lovers hold hands ... tossing | |
| Their heads ... tangled in hair ... tied to earth | |
| ... with skin and glue | |
| But their skin is the same as yours | |
| Coming in for the world to see | |
| They can sit at the table, too | |
| The same blood as you and me | |
| Speak very softly .. hold my hand ... someone is | |
| Sleeping ... in my bed ... priests pass by ... | |
| Worms crawl in ... one dreams to be ... one dream | |
| For all | |
| His skin is the same as yours | |
| Is he not made the same as you? | |
| And some have fallen down | |
| And blood spilled on the ground | |
| Work, work, work | |
| Till his life is doneu | |
| The old man .. is at our door ... and he' s | |
| Knocking ... knocking ... as his neighbors weep | |
| ... each day repeats ... are we nothing in your | |
| Eyes? ... someone answer, someone answer ... this | |
| Rusted garden gate ... can barely even stand ... | |
| Their work is over now ... and rest will be at | |
| Hand | |
| Is their skin not the same as yours? | |
| Can they sit at the table to drink | |
| Cool water | |
| Cool wateru | |
| And his lungs are filled with rain... | |
| And the water' s rushing in... |
| Day by day ... whistle while you work ... our | |
| Backs are breaking ... up from hollow earth ... | |
| From end to end ... the noise begins ... in the | |
| Human battle stations ... and the big one' s | |
| Coming in | |
| Work, work, work, work ... work till holes are | |
| Filled ... work, work, work, work ... bags of | |
| Bone and skin ... lovers hold hands ... tossing | |
| Their heads ... tangled in hair ... tied to earth | |
| ... with skin and glue | |
| But their skin is the same as yours | |
| Coming in for the world to see | |
| They can sit at the table, too | |
| The same blood as you and me | |
| Speak very softly .. hold my hand ... someone is | |
| Sleeping ... in my bed ... priests pass by ... | |
| Worms crawl in ... one dreams to be ... one dream | |
| For all | |
| His skin is the same as yours | |
| Is he not made the same as you? | |
| And some have fallen down | |
| And blood spilled on the ground | |
| Work, work, work | |
| Till his life is doneu | |
| The old man .. is at our door ... and he' s | |
| Knocking ... knocking ... as his neighbors weep | |
| ... each day repeats ... are we nothing in your | |
| Eyes? ... someone answer, someone answer ... this | |
| Rusted garden gate ... can barely even stand ... | |
| Their work is over now ... and rest will be at | |
| Hand | |
| Is their skin not the same as yours? | |
| Can they sit at the table to drink | |
| Cool water | |
| Cool wateru | |
| And his lungs are filled with rain... | |
| And the water' s rushing in... |
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