(music: Dennis Drew, words: Natalie Merchant)
Tell me what's gone wrong. I tilt my head there, under the faucet, but when
I turn it on -- dry as paper. Call the neighbors. Who's to blame for what's
going on? In the dark without a clue I'm just the same as you.
O, they tell us there's poison in the well, that someone's been a bit untidy
and there's been a small spill. Not a lot, no, just a drop. But there you are
mistaken, you know you are. I wonder just how long they knew our well was
poisoned but they let us just drink on.
O, they tell us there's poison in the well, that someone's been a bit untidy
and there's been a small spill. All that it amounts to is a tear in a salted
sea. Someone's been a bit untidy, they'll have it cleaned up in a week. But
the week is over and now it's grown into years since I was told that I should
be calm, there's nothing to fear here. But I drank that water for years, my
wife and my children.
Tell me, where to now, if your fight for a bearable life can be fought and
lost in you backyard? O, don't tell us there's poison in the well, that
someone's been a bit untidy, that there's been a small spill. All that it
amounts to is a tear in a salted sea. Someone's been a bit untidy, they'll
have it cleaned up in a week.
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