Swampland Lyrics - The Birthday Party

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 

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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 

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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