Letra de The Swollen Goat (In the Wake of)
No horizon is obscured by the clouds, settlements make nary a sound And there were black birds singing and fish floating on the sea While the bells of the buoys all rang in harmonyBury your treasure, burn your crops Black water rising and it ain't gonna stopThe governor he been long gone, anchor dropped on his front lawn Build a keep and dig a moat, the return of the Swollen Goat Can you hear the fife and drums, barnacles barking at the sun Ain't no chance, so don't you try, now everybody got to dieBury your treasure, burn your crops Black water rising and it ain't gonna stopWe do not desire tributes We desire information We seek the worm drink who has lately betrayed his nationAlbatross on your neck and a hooker on the shore Dog-men to the deck, there's a hooker on theIn the wake of the swollen goatBury your treasure, burn your crops Black water rising and it ain't gonna stop