Bottom of the Chart
When the clock strikes twelve
And the sun beats down
On the gemini in the sky
And the blue moon rides
On a ship of stars
And the lion finally swallows his pride
When the apple trees
Have dropped their leaves
And the devil comes out to play
I'll be waiting
at the bottom of the chart
With a bucketful of water for the day
When the prince of peace
And the queen of music
Decide they're gonna tie the knot
When the waves are crashing
In shallow water
And the devils sleeping in his cot
When Mother Earth
Closes her eyes
And sleeps eternity away
I'll be waiting
At the bottom of your chart
With a bucketful of water for the day.'
When the guilt sets in
On a long car ride
Down a mountain in Tennessee
And this star ship
We've been cruising on
Falls out from underneath our feet
When we tear the mask
Off the pantheon
And find a whole new prayer to say
I'll be waiting
at the bottom of your chart
with a bucket full of water for the day
When the giving tree falls
And dams up the river
so the sucker fish cannot hide
And the lords sweet ram
Gets caught in the bushes
And shrivels right up and dies
When you pull the thorn
Out of your side
And want to wash the blood away.
I'll be waiting
At the bottom of your chart
With a bucket full of water for the day
Writer/s: Daniel Firth, Kenny Paul Mann, Shelly Kemp
