Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 - Cistern lyrics

Well-wishing ditch-digging hands Dirt comes from staunch comedians Spades, hoes turn over ground Bedrock competes with thwarting clowns "Well'll be dry" Big mush muddy mess Quicksand can beat you at your best "Why so shy?" Holding clowns Fast underwater drowned Still holding smiles Inside the cistern, beaming In sacrifice Glub glub, ha ha Laughing throats Fail under surface, choke Too deep to breathe