Swampland — текст песни (Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds)





Quixanne, ah`m in its grip
Quixanne, ah`m in its grip
Sinken in the mud
Patron-saint of the Bog.
They cum with boots of blud
Wit pitchfawk and with club
Chantin out mah name
Got doggies strainin onna chain
Lucy, ah`ll love ya till the end!
They hunt me like a dog
Down in Sw-a-a-a-amp Land!


So cum mah executioners! Cum bounty hunters!
Cum mah county killers--for ah cannot run no more
Ah cannot run no more
Ah cannot run no more
No I can`t!
Lucy, ya won`t see this face agin
Wheb ya caught ya swing and burn...
Down in Sw-a-a-a-amp Land!


The trees are veiled in fog
The trees are veiled in fog
Like so many jilted brides
Now they`re all breakin down and cry
Cryin tears upon mah face
Cryin tears upon mah face
And they smell of gasolene
a-a-a-a-ah- scr-e-e-e-a-am
Lucy, ya made a sinner out of me
Now ah`m burnin like a saint
Down in Sw-a-a-a-amp Land!


So cum mah executioners! Cum mah bounty huntahs!
Cum mah county killers--ya know ah cannot run no more
No ah cannot run no more.



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