Well, swamp dwellers & fur wearers, They’re all friends of mine. Got no cash, I lost it in the grass, But I'm not worried bout the time. Day & night, we’ll sing & fight, & that’s how I wanna live! Shouting at some fucka & drinking with another, Go to Thane’s meet ina bit....
Too many tankards, too many cigarettes! Too many campfires, my voice is fuckin wrecked! & I don’t care, when there are crows in the air, I don’t really give a damn. Goose whisper in my veind & thunder in my brains, & where did Aldwyn go? Charging full throttle, sleepin in a bottle, I didn’t plan on getting old. Tryina sell swamp tat for money, try to make a ring or two. Have a seat & drink with me, We’ll sing the night right thru Too many tankards, too many cigarettes! Too many campfires, my voice is fuckin wrecked! & I don’t care, when there are crows in the air, I don’t really give a damn. ~ May your journey thru the labyrinth be swift my friend.
