|
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. |
|
WE DO NOT |
|
DESIRE TRI |
|
BUTES. WE |
|
DESIRE INF |
|
ORMATION. |
|
WE SEEK TH |
|
E WORM DRI |
|
NK WHO HAS |
|
LATELY BET |
|
RAYED HIS |
|
NATION Albatross on your neck and a hooker on the shore, |
|
Dog-men to the deck, there's a hooker on the |
|
IN THE WAK |
|
E OF THE S |
|
WOLLEN GOA |
|
T Bury your treasure, burn your crops, |
|
Black water rising and it ain't gonna stop. |
