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 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 Bury your treasure, burn your crops Black water rising and it ain't gonna stop
