Creekmouth - DM Stith

A thousand people cling to bottles

To powdered babies, and leather bibles

Oh, oh, oh

I’m gonna find it, 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, you’re rising out

I’m gonna hush til it’s done