Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - Swampland Lyrics
Quixanne, ahm in its gripQuixanne, ahm 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, ahll 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 cant!Lucy, ya wont 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 theyre 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 ahm 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.