Round and round and round it goes
Negative repetitive, that's how it is
Over and over and over and over again
Negative repetitive, that's how it ends
Our fathers fathers
Lived through the horrors
Old bones grave robbers
The spear in the ribcage is now the bullet in the chest
The dead, they don't rest
There must be something in the water
The crusade is televised
The genocide is going live
It all goes black quicker than a flash flood
They're always Hungry for blood
Round and round and round it goes
Negative repetitive, that's how it is
Over and over and over and over again
Negative repetitive, that's how it ends
Our fathers fathers
Hand me downs
The clip for the rounds
Just squeeze, don't choke
The future weeps in the shadow of the gun smoke
There must be something in the water
Over and over and over and over again
Violent men meet violent ends
It's the same shit I heard back in 96
You can't teach an old dog new tricks
Decades later I've seen the worlds true view
Fox News is gonna flex and cast their image in you
Share holders gonna flex and try to annex the truth
Apple bought the fantasy, the piles of eyes
On the line, new thrill ride, trials and lies
And while we sit there and eat up the words from their mouths
They force our ears to go deaf to the screams in the south
They're always hungry for blood
Red rivers run to the roots of the family trees
An heirloom for the centuries
The rotten fruit
The withered leaves
The path to death is destiny
Must be something in the water
Over and over and over again
Violent men meet violent ends
Stray From The Path - Something In The Water Lyrics
Stray From The Path - Something In The Water Lyrics
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Round and round and round it goes
Negative repetitive, that's how it is
Over and over and over and over again
Negative repetitive, that's how it ends
Our fathers fathers
Lived through the horrors
Old bones grave robbers
The spear in the ribcage is now the bullet in the chest
The dead, they don't rest
There must be something in the water
The crusade is televised
The genocide is going live
It all goes black quicker than a flash flood
They're always Hungry for blood
Round and round and round it goes
Negative repetitive, that's how it is
Over and over and over and over again
Negative repetitive, that's how it ends
Our fathers fathers
Hand me downs
The clip for the rounds
Just squeeze, don't choke
The future weeps in the shadow of the gun smoke
There must be something in the water
Over and over and over and over again
Violent men meet violent ends
It's the same shit I heard back in 96
You can't teach an old dog new tricks
Decades later I've seen the worlds true view
Fox News is gonna flex and cast their image in you
Share holders gonna flex and try to annex the truth
Apple bought the fantasy, the piles of eyes
On the line, new thrill ride, trials and lies
And while we sit there and eat up the words from their mouths
They force our ears to go deaf to the screams in the south
They're always hungry for blood
Red rivers run to the roots of the family trees
An heirloom for the centuries
The rotten fruit
The withered leaves
The path to death is destiny
Must be something in the water
Over and over and over again
Violent men meet violent ends
Negative repetitive, that's how it is
Over and over and over and over again
Negative repetitive, that's how it ends
Our fathers fathers
Lived through the horrors
Old bones grave robbers
The spear in the ribcage is now the bullet in the chest
The dead, they don't rest
There must be something in the water
The crusade is televised
The genocide is going live
It all goes black quicker than a flash flood
They're always Hungry for blood
Round and round and round it goes
Negative repetitive, that's how it is
Over and over and over and over again
Negative repetitive, that's how it ends
Our fathers fathers
Hand me downs
The clip for the rounds
Just squeeze, don't choke
The future weeps in the shadow of the gun smoke
There must be something in the water
Over and over and over and over again
Violent men meet violent ends
It's the same shit I heard back in 96
You can't teach an old dog new tricks
Decades later I've seen the worlds true view
Fox News is gonna flex and cast their image in you
Share holders gonna flex and try to annex the truth
Apple bought the fantasy, the piles of eyes
On the line, new thrill ride, trials and lies
And while we sit there and eat up the words from their mouths
They force our ears to go deaf to the screams in the south
They're always hungry for blood
Red rivers run to the roots of the family trees
An heirloom for the centuries
The rotten fruit
The withered leaves
The path to death is destiny
Must be something in the water
Over and over and over again
Violent men meet violent ends
Writer: ANDREW DI JORIO, ANTHONY ALTAMURA, CRAIG BEVERIDGE REYNOLDS, THOMAS WILLIAMS, WILLIAM SCOTT PUTNEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network, Hipgnosis Songs Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network, Hipgnosis Songs Group