the flood the flood

If we believe enough and we take things real slowly, we’ll make it through this flood; driving with Denilson in the window.

If we believe in love and the tread in these old tyres, we’ll make it to the pub for last orders and stories by the fire.

Wheels. The Flood, the flood, the flood.
Wheels. The Flood, the flood, the flood.

Well, the water’s getting higher, we watch it rise above the wheels. Note to Death: go fuck yourself, I remember when all this was fields.

Wheels. The Flood, the flood, the flood.
Wheels. The Flood, the flood, the flood