swamp blood (soundtrack version)

Way down in Toxarcana I was ten years old
In a fever dream, dark night of the soul
Well, it was brillig and the slithey toves
I bid the world goodbye by the dead bog oaks
Drop down in the swampblood
Drop down in the blood
Im washed in the swampblood
Im washed in the blood, aye
Well, dusty bibles lead to a dirty south
Hes sittin with a toadstool rottin in his mouth
In the clearin where the bras hang down from the trees
Hes cappin a coffee can full of teeth
Drop down in the swampblood
Drop down in the blood
Im washed in the swampblood
Im washed in the blood, yeah
Down Dooms Chapel Road, past his great grandma
She says, turn em loose or Ill call the law
He says, theres no testimony without the test
What we do with our own is our own damn business
Drop down in the swampblood
Drop down in the blood
Im washed in the swampblood
Im washed in the blood
Drop down in the swampblood
Drop down in the blood
Im washed in the swampblood
Im washed in the blood