Deep Water Vundabar

Walking through days and doors
As buzzards swore to swallow you up
What do you take me for
Take me for, take me for?

Your basic baby food
Bad tattoos, testosterone
What do they make you for
Make you for, make you for?

[Chorus]
Don’t you know
I would hit the ground running
Even if I got knocked down to get there
Don’t you know
I’ve been looking for something
In the rain drips and the wind blown

See every maker make a few mistakes
The cracks in the bust
And I will make some more
Make some more, make some more

And let thе water run to smooth the rough
The cracks and thе ruts
There’s nothing truer for
Truer for, truer for