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
Bury your treasure, burn your crops
Black water rising and it ain't gonna stop
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
Albatross on your neck
And a hooker on the shore
Dogmen to the deck
There's a hooker on the
In the wake of the swollen goat
In the wake of the swollen goat
Bury your treasure, burn your crops
Black water rising and it ain't gonna stop
Bury your treasure, burn your crops
Black water rising and it ain't gonna stop
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