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 I'm washed in the swampblood I'm washed in the blood, aye
Well, dusty bibles lead to a dirty south He's sittin' with a toadstool rottin' in his mouth In the clearin' where the bras hang down from the trees He's cappin' a coffee can full of teeth
Drop down in the swampblood Drop down in the blood
I'm washed in the swampblood I'm washed in the blood, yeah
Down Doom's Chapel Road, past his great grandma She says, turn 'em 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 Drop down in the blood I'm washed in the swampblood I'm washed in the blood
Drop down in the swampblood Drop down in the blood I'm washed in the swampblood I'm washed in the blood