Cold & Wet - Bonnie "Prince" Billy

Water may stop warmth, this do not forget

When things become too warm make them a little wet

And douse them with a mouthful, put the baby down

Clean the earth surrounding and cause the warm to drown

And introduce to every soul a drink made of tears

Hear them bicker, watch them die impaled on balsa spears

And looking in the morning the streets are flooded out

The men are wailing toothless, the ladies ghostly pout

And they shout:

Our shoes are wet, our skin is cold

And we no longer fear the voices of the brave or bold

Making what is to come clear

Well, future is diminished by what today we did

We wetted warmth and killed it and in the water hid

We wetted warmth and killed it and in the water hid