Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Swampland, artist - The Birthday Party. Date of issue: 20.10.1998
Song language: English
Swampland |
| Quicksand, I’m in it’s grip |
| Quicksand, I’m in it’s grip |
| A sinken in the mud |
| Patron saint of the bog |
| They come with boots of blood |
| With pitchfork and with club |
| And they’re chantin' out my name |
| And they got doggies screamin' on a chain |
| Lucy, I’ll love you till the end |
| They hunt me like a dog |
| Down in swamp land |
| So come my executioner |
| Come my bounty hunter |
| Come my county killers |
| I cannot run no more |
| I cannot run no more |
| I cannot run no more |
| No, I can’t, no |
| Oh, Lucy, you won’t see this face again |
| When I caught you swing and burn |
| Down in swamp land |
| The trees are veiled in fog |
| The trees are veiled in fog |
| Like so many jilted brides |
| Hey and now they’re all breakin' down and cryin' |
| Splashing tears upon my face |
| Splashing tears cold upon my face |
| And they smell of gasoline, I scream |
| Lucy, you made a sinner right out of me |
| And now I’m burnin' like a saint |
| Down in swamp land |
| So come my executioner |
| Come my bounty hunter |
| Come my county killers |
| I cannot run no more |
| I cannot run no more |
| I cannot run no more |
| I cannot run no more |
| No, I can’t |
| Down in swamp land |