Swampland Lyrics - Nick Cave & The Bad Seed

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.