Pressure building up on me
I can't sleep and I can't breathe
Make a plan to up and leave
I'll run away from society
Somewhere I can smoke and drink
Somwhere where the waters green
Going to the swamp won't you come with me
Going to the swamp won't you come with me
I'm living in a swamp
Living in a swamp
Living in a swamp
There ain't no rent
Instead of cash we use crocodile heads
There aint no fighting and no violence
Except for the swamp monster and his friends
Now I miss dry land
He moves to quick
His arms are to big
HOLY SHIT
He's dragging me down trying to cook my legs
To fry and crisp
I don't ever want to live in the swamp again
I'm living in a swamp
Living in a swamp
Living in a swamp
Ooooooh
Oooooh
OOooooh