Текст песни The Birthday Party - SWAMPLAND
The Birthday Party - SWAMPLAND слова песни
Quixanne, ah`m in its gripQuixanne, ah`m in its gripsinken in the mudpatron-saint of the Bog.they cum with boots of bludwit pitchfawk and with clubchantin out mah namegot doggies strainin onna chainLucy, ah`ll love ya till the end!they hunt me like a dogdown in Sw-a-a-a-amp Land! so cum mah executioners! cum bounty hunters!cum mah county killers--for ah cannot run no moreah cannot run no moreah cannot run no moreno I can`t!Lucy, ya won`t see this face aginwheb ya caught ya swing and burn...down in Sw-a-a-a-amp Land! the trees are veiled in fogthe trees are veiled in foglike so many jilted bridesnow they`re all breakin down and crycryin tears upon mah facecryin tears upon mah faceand they smell of gasolenea-a-a-a-ah- scr-e-e-e-a-amLucy, ya made a sinner out of menow ah`m burnin like a saintdown 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 moreno ah cannot run no more.