Lyrics to Swamp
Now lemme tell you a story
The devil he has a plan
A bag a' bones in his pocket
Get anything you want
No dust and no rocks
The whole thing is over
All those beauties, in solid motion
All those beauties, gonna swallow you up
hi hi hi hi hi hi
hi hi hi hi hi hi hi
One time, too many
Too far to go
I-we come to take you home
And when they split those atoms
Its's hotter than the sun
Blood is a special substance
They gonna pray for that man
So wake up young lovers
The whole thing is over
Watch out, touch monkeys
All that blood, gonna swallow you whole
hi hi hi hi hi hi
hi hi hi hi hi hi hi
What's that? Who's Driving?
Where we goin'? Who knows?
I-we come to take you home
How many people do you think I am?
Pretend I am somebody else
You can pretend I'm an old millionaire
A millionaire washing his hands
Rattle the bones, dreams that stick out
A medical chart on the wall
Soft violins and hands touch your throat
Ev'ryone wants to explode
And when your hands get dirty
Nobody knows you at all
Don't have a window to slip out of
Lights on, nobody home
Click click - see ya later
Beta beta - no time to rest
Pika pika - risky business
All that blood, will never cover that mess
hi hi hi hi hi hi
hi hi hi hi hi hi hi
So soft, hard feelings
No tricks, let's go
I-we come to take you home
hi hi hi hi hi hi
hi hi hi hi hi hi hi
The devil he has a plan
A bag a' bones in his pocket
Get anything you want
No dust and no rocks
The whole thing is over
All those beauties, in solid motion
All those beauties, gonna swallow you up
hi hi hi hi hi hi
hi hi hi hi hi hi hi
One time, too many
Too far to go
I-we come to take you home
And when they split those atoms
Its's hotter than the sun
Blood is a special substance
They gonna pray for that man
So wake up young lovers
The whole thing is over
Watch out, touch monkeys
All that blood, gonna swallow you whole
hi hi hi hi hi hi
hi hi hi hi hi hi hi
What's that? Who's Driving?
Where we goin'? Who knows?
I-we come to take you home
How many people do you think I am?
Pretend I am somebody else
You can pretend I'm an old millionaire
A millionaire washing his hands
Rattle the bones, dreams that stick out
A medical chart on the wall
Soft violins and hands touch your throat
Ev'ryone wants to explode
And when your hands get dirty
Nobody knows you at all
Don't have a window to slip out of
Lights on, nobody home
Click click - see ya later
Beta beta - no time to rest
Pika pika - risky business
All that blood, will never cover that mess
hi hi hi hi hi hi
hi hi hi hi hi hi hi
So soft, hard feelings
No tricks, let's go
I-we come to take you home
hi hi hi hi hi hi
hi hi hi hi hi hi hi
Songwriters: BYRNE, DAVID/FRANTZ, CHRISTOPHER/HARRISON, JERRY/WEYMOUTH, TINA
Publisher: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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Publisher: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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