The Dripping Tap

The dripping tap won’t be turned off by the suits in charge of the world
And our futures hanging on by a thread with our heads in the sand
The dripping tap won’t be turned off by the gods up above us
Big sky country
That we never hear from in these times of our dying needs

A familiar sound ignored
The compartmentalised thoughts
In the back corner of the drawer
That drip, drip on the floor

Don’t get drowned
Heed that sound

Left the tap on
Swamping out of the sink
Left the tap on
Agua flowin’ in
Left the tap on
Blankets over my skin
Left the tap on
Wish I learnt how to swim

Left the tap on
Swamping out of the sink
Left the tap on
Agua flowin’ in
Left the tap on
Blankets over my skin
Left the tap on
Wish I learnt how to swim

The dripping tap won’t be turned off by the suits in charge of the world
And our futures hanging on by a thread with our heads in the sand

Drip, drip from the tap don’t slip
Drip, drip from the tap don’t slip on the drip

Everybody’s on the same orbit
When they get old and moronic
Get complacent and get bored
That drip, drip on the floor

Don’t get drowned
Heed that sound

Left the tap on
Swamping out of the sink
Left the tap on
Agua flowin’ in
Left the tap on
Blankets over my skin
Left the tap on
Wish I learnt how to swim

The dripping tap won’t be turned off by the suits in charge of the world
And our futures hanging on by a thread with our heads in the sand
The dripping tap won’t be turned off by the gods up above us
Big sky country
That we never hear from in these times of our dying needs