What People Are Made Of

Rag weed tall better hope that his ladder don't crack
Or he'll hit the ground low, hard and out of his back
At the battle at the bottom of the ocean, well the dead
Do rise
You need proof I got proof at the surface you can watch
'Em float by
Way in back of the ɾoom, there sits a cage

Inside it's a clock that you [A7can win if you [A7can guess its age
Which you [A7never can do 'cause the time it constantly changes
For luck or lack

I guess that is the saying
On the first page of the book of blue it ɾead
"If you [A7ɾead this page, than that'll be [Am]your death"
By then it was [Am7]too late

And you [A7wound up on [C7]an island [Bm]of shells and [Bm]bones that
Bodies had left
And the one thing you [A7taught me
'bout human beings was [Am7]this
They ain't made of nothin' but water and [Bm]shit