Текст (слова) песни: Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds - Swampland
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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