Pick Your Bones out of the Water

All the men in the water searching for the sand

Care to do what you think trying to steal your land

No you can't loose, I take you one by one

Take your cross of water to the near rising sun

And throw your money if the Lord ain't pray

Suddenly will leave you alone

Warriors and brothers, pick your bones out of the water

All the men on the mount high up in the sky

Who'd rather to see trying to take your life

Putting you and your homes in the paper bags

Yeah bitter tiding you I fly

Throw your money if the Lord ain't pray

Suddenly will leave you alone

Warriors and brothers, pick your bones out of the water

Pick your bones out of the water...