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