Down by the gutter I listen to all the big waves…

Makes me shudder how, all of these close shaves.

They all be preaching here, all about how Jesus saves.

Keep desire down low, all hoping they can behaves.

They be chirping round here, all the birdies can do.

They be telling of their fears now, all to me and you.

The sound of the voices sometime all they say get through.

Keep on talking now, until all they turning all blue.

They line them up all, making those rows on shows.

That is how it is here, yeah that is how it all goes.

Line them up tall, tell them all, all of their big knows.

Don’t you be talking down here, about all the garden grows.