SWAMPLAND — текст песни (The Birthday Party)

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.