Swampblood

"Swampblood"
Way down in Toxarcana, I was ten years old
In a fever dream, dark night of the soul
Well, 'twas brillig and the slithey toves
I bid the world good-bye by the dead bog oaks

Drop down in the Swampblood
I'm washed in the Swampblood
I'm washed in the blood

Dusty bibles lead to a dirty south
He's sittin' with a toadstool rotting in his mouth
In a clearing where the bras hang down from the trees
He's cappin' a coffee can full of teeth

Down Doom's Chapel Raod, past his great grandma
She says "turn 'im loose, or I'll call the law."
He says "There's no testimony without the test
What we do with our own is our own damn business."

Drop down in the Swampblood
I'm washed in the Swampblood
I'm washed in the blood