|
From the back of my neck, oh, oh, oh |
|
Wired a glass jaw, oh, oh |
|
Plantation burning your boat is coming in |
|
Strum your Jew's-harp, you're reeking gin |
|
Running water on a sinking boat |
|
Going under but they've got your goat |
|
Burning down |
|
My hands are tied, my feet are bound |
|
Burning down |
|
Can't you see that my hands are bound? |
|
Johnny Mike is reading in the yard |
|
His story's timely, oh, oh, oh |
|
What river is it anyway, radio? |
|
Not in a boat, in your ear |
|
Running water in a sinking boat |
|
Going under but they've got your goat |
|
Burning down |
|
My hands are tied, my feet are bound |
|
Burning down |
|
Can't you see that my hands are bound? |
|
You pick your island in the sun |
|
Take your island off, he's got a gun |
|
Burning down |
|
My hands are tied, my feet are bound |
|
Burning down |
|
Can't you see that my hands are bound? |
|
He's cooking in the woods, a brush fire in your neck |
|
Feeling mighty, mighty, oh, oh, oh |
|
You can pick your island in the sun |
|
Take your island off, he's got a gun |
|
Running water in a sinking boat |
|
Going under but they've got your goat |
|
Burning down |
|
My hands are tied, my feet are bound |
|
Burning down |
|
Can't you see that my hands are bound? |
