Frank Black and the Catholics Follow

there was a well known water master man
he was the king
he could do anything
the St. Francis dam disaster man
thought she was all right
until around midnight
because that water seeks her own
she had a desire to flow
she was looking for somewhere to go
she was a slave to the great metropolis
she was feeling choked
she pushed the wall 'till it broke
when they heard the great apocalypse
at power house number two
well, there was nothing they could do
because that water seeks her own
five and one half hours she would flow
she had fifty-three miles to go
a cascade down the santa clara way
near sixty feet high
now she's a mile wide
it was clear she was going far away
and whole towns were, too
a few got lucky in Piru
because that water seeks her own
but four more hours she would flow
she had twenty-nine miles mores to go
she carried in her every kiind of thing
house, tree, telegraph pole
some say a thousand souls
at three am she gave Santa Paula a ring
she was still tenty-five feet high
under a peaceful sky
because that water seeks her own
but tow more hours she would flow
she had nineteen miles more to go
it was a real bad night for little Saticoy
El Rio and Montalvo
how many no one really knows
ventura beach was very scary, boy
humanity a pile
she went her final mile
because that water seeks her own
into the sea the water flowed
and now for forever she would go