Creekmouth
DM Stith
A thousand people cling to bottles, to powdered babies, to leather bibles
I'm gonna find, I'll find it
I'll find it, I'll find it right by me
And I'm gonna throw me, my body
Make sweet the water once bitter to me
I'm gonna hush
Til it's done
I'm gonna hush
Til it's done
A thousand people cling to bottles, to powdered babies, and leather bibles
Open your creekmouth, your cankered waters
Rising out rising out you're rising out...
I'm gonna hush til it's done...