Текст песни
I'm the king of the silt, I'm the thing you forgot.
Got a bucket full of copper, here's a soul full of grease.
In the belly of the bayou, there ain't no peace.
I'm a swamp-born sinner with a gator-skin grin.
Pull the plug on the world, let the muck rush in.
Work, knee-deep, work, still sinking, work,
The buck is overflowing.
Born holy, tethered, ruler of the cypress tree.
The bucket is heavy, but the spirit is free.
Baptized in the sludge, in the mire, in the cold,
A tale of the damned never to be told.
Got a bucket full of copper, here's a soul full of grease.
In the belly of the bayou, there ain't no peace.
I'm a swamp-born sinner with a gator-skin grin.
Pull the plug on the world, let the muck rush in.
Work, knee-deep, work, still sinking, work,
The buck is overflowing.
Born holy, tethered, ruler of the cypress tree.
The bucket is heavy, but the spirit is free.
Baptized in the sludge, in the mire, in the cold,
A tale of the damned never to be told.