My mirrors laughing at me, says boy are you getting old
There's so much junk in your life what you've got you don't even know
Don't take a phone company to tell you life's pay as you go
I wonder how much of life is set up in utero
Under the waterfall
Under the waterfall
Under the waterfall
It's cool and cold and clear
Watching too much TV I'm an actor in a puppet show
There's so much stuff in my life no room for me to grow
One day I'm going to break from my life due south down to Mexico
I'm going to burn down my house it's the only way to let it go
Under the waterfall
Under the waterfall
Under the waterfall it's cool and cold and clear
Run your hands 'cross the flanks of a horse
Feel the pulse of blood the heat and the force
It's an antidote to a life spent on the beat
The beat of concrete
The beat of machines
Of mobile phones and plasma screens
How much junk in my life do I really need
Under the waterfall
Under the waterfall
Under the waterfall it's cool and cold and clear
I'm so cynical
Where I need to play
I'm so cynical find another way
I'm so cynical I can't change
One drop is lonely
Two drops ok
Three drops can make a spray.
Four drops get carried away
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Under the waterfall
Under the waterfall
Under the waterfall
It's cool and cold and clear
Under the waterfall
Under the waterfall
Under the waterfall
It's cool and cold and clear
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