All the drunks under the freeway
are waiting for some flood to come around
and it’s so hard to keep my head above water
sometimes I just want to let go and drown
I live down where the river trash
Washes up all the way to street
and every once in a while I find something worth keeping
but I still ain't never found my feet
I never paid much mind to storm warnings
I say what's coming is coming all the same
and it’s a perk of living under the freeway
that you never get caught in the rain
my whole life they've been talking about the big one
but I never thought I'd see the day
when a tidal wave worthy of biblical remembrance
would come to wash this whole city away
and you can try to hold your own against it
you can stack them sandbags ten-high
I'll be floating down Main Street on a life raft
watching those barricades drift on by
They don't hide hope under that freeway
just one last stop on your way underground
No, I don't mind the thought of dying with the city
if we've all gotta drown
'cause there's a peace that comes with drowning
I think I read that once anyway
a rush of a thing called dimethyltryptamine
that comes right as your lungs give way
and you can try to hold your own against it
you can stack them sandbags ten-high
I'll be floating down Main Street on a life raft
watching those barricades drift on by
