Father McKenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
Windows are shut.
Shades have been pulled down.
Mission accomplished before it got off the ground.
I'm wearing a wire.
You're screeching the tires.
We're kissing the liars.
We're playing with fire.
Ears are down to the ground so we can hear them coming now.
And it's not like we've got all the time in the world.
And our toes, they are soaked in this dirty water.
So, so why'd you go?
Why'd you have to turn the lights out?
Well, I guess that's what you get.
It appears we've come to late.
The dam is breaking we're to blame.
And we're all knee deep in dirty water, this dirty water.
Now our threads are soaking wet.
But, I guess that's what you get.
We're up to our necks in dirty water, this dirty water.
Drag the skeletons from your closet.
And bury them under the driveway.
No more swimming in dirty water.
We knock on windows.
Throw rocks at windows.
We break the windows then we hit the ground, hit the ground.
Thank you for the entertainment value added. I mean it. 
