(in The Wake Of) The Swollen Goat Lyrics - Blast Tyrant - 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 

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Bury your treasure, burn your crops 

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 

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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