Water from the Well

The water from the well tastes like hell
And all our little girls have gone and perished
Only time will tell but I think it's time to sell
The farm lies fallow, rainclouds all have vanished

So dig my grave with a silver spoon
We're out of breath and we're out of room
The skies are falling. The trumpet's calling.
I've got to get out soon.

Back's nearly broken and the angels all have spoken
None of them had nothing good to say
I've only just awoken and already am hoping
For a quick and easy end to this whole day

(chorus)