every day at dusk when the sun fades my mind returns to the everglades a place of green mangroves and brine shotguns and snakes, alligator wine
In my heart there's a place called swampland nine parts water - one part sand In my heart there's a place called swampland nine parts water - one part sand
nobody knows so they never think to visit where the atmosphere's so thick that you could kiss it I've never seen copper heads darting from their graves runnin round these old red rooms in decay- yeah
In my heart there's a place called swampland nine parts water - one part sand In my heart there's a place called swampland nine parts water - one part sand
other people drive as fast as they can to get home but me I take it slowly cruisin alone you see, to them it's the home of the hungry piranha but to me it is sheer nirvana