(In The Wake Of) The Swollen Goat

<p>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.</p><p>Bury your treasure, burn your crops, Black water rising and it ain't gonna stop.</p><p>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.</p><p>Bury your treasure, burn your crops, Black water rising and it ain't gonna stop.</p><p>We do not desire tributes. We desire information. We seek the worm drink who has lately betrayed his nation</p><p>Albatross on your neck and a hooker on the shore, Dog-men to the deck, there's a hooker on the</p><p>In the wake of the swollen goat</p><p>Bury your treasure, burn your crops, Black water rising and it ain't gonna stop.</p>