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(In The Wake Of) The Swollen Goat

This song is by Clutch and appears on the album Blast Tyrant (2004).

Original video
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

Written by:

Neil Fallon Wikipedia16 / Jean-Paul Gaster Wikipedia16 / Dan Maines Wikipedia16 / Tim Sult Wikipedia16

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