The Swollen Goat (In the Wake of the)

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
Dog-men 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