Текст (слова) песни: The Birthday Party - 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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