(In the Wake of) The Swollen Goat - Clutch

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 harmony

Bury your treasure, burn your crops

Black water rising and it ain’t gonna stop

The 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 die

Bury your treasure, burn your crops

Black water rising and it ain’t gonna stop

Black water rising and it ain’t gonna stop

«We do not desire tributes

We desire information

We seek the worm drink who has lately betrayed his nation»

Albatross on your neck and a hooker on the shore

Dog-men to the deck, there’s a hooker on the

In the wake of the swollen goat

Bury your treasure, burn your crops

Black water rising and it ain’t gonna stop

Bury your treasure, burn your crops

Black water rising and it ain’t gonna stop