I'm up to my neck

In the mud of inauguration day



They say it's one in fifty years

That storm, that blew my dog away



And they say the road has been washed out

From rockport to concrete

And all the trees are falling down

And now, heaven's at my feet



My wishes do my beggin' for me

And like a beggar they do [learn / laugh]



Frozen fingers touch my face

They tie a blindfold 'round my eyes



And i'm stuck at this roadblock

Chasing fog and smoke

I guess the price of doing thhat was just

Another killing joke



Wash me down

Wash me down



Sing for me now

Sing for me now



Wash me from the hillside

And wash me from the dirt

Wash me from your worldly claims

And wash me, wash me from your hurt



'cause i'm up to my neck

In the mud of inauguration day


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