Cool Water

Cool water, cool water
Can they sit at the table to drink
Speak very softly, hold my hand
One dreams to be, one dream for all
Work, work, work till his life is done

Someone answer, someone answer
This rusted garden gate can barely even stand

And some have fallen down
The old man is at our door
And blood spilled on the ground

Tangled in hair, tied to earth with skin and glue
They can sit at the table, too
From end to end the noise begins
The same blood as you and me
Is he not made the same as you?

Each day repeats, are we nothing in your eyes?
And the big one's coming in
Someone is sleeping in my bed
His skin is the same as yours
Work, work, work, work, work till holes are filled
Coming in for the world to see
Their work is over now and rest will be at hand
Lovers hold hands tossing their heads
Work, work, work, work bags of bone and skin
And his lungs are filled with rain
Priests pass by, worms crawl in
But their skin is the same as yours
And he's knocking, knocking as his neighbors weep
Is their skin not the same as yours?
In the human battle stations