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Backwater, we're sailing at the edges of time 
Backwater, we're drifting at the waterline 
Oh, we're floating in the coastal waters 
You and me and the porter's daughters 
 
Ooh, what to do not a sausage to do? 
And the shorter of the porter's daughters 
Dips her hand in the deadly waters 
Ooh, what to do in a tiny canoe? 
 
Blackwater, there were six of us, but now we are five 
We're all talking to keep the conversation alive 
There was a senator from Ecuador who talked about a meteor 
That crashed on a hill in the south of Peru 
 
And was found by a conquistador 
Who took it to the emperor 
And he passed it on to a Turkish guru 
 
His daughter, was slated for becoming divine 
He taught her, he taught her how to split and define 
But if you study the logistics and heuristics of the mystics 
 
You will find that their minds rarely move in a line 
So it's much more realistic to abandon such ballistics 
And resign to be trapped on a leaf in a vine 
 
Backwater, we're sailing at the edges of time 
Backwater, we're drifting at the waterline 
Oh, we're floating in the coastal waters 
You and me and the porter's daughters 
 
Ooh, what to do not a sausage to do? 
And the shorter of the porter's daughters 
Dips her hand in the deadly waters 
Ooh, what to do in a tiny canoe?