Swampland - Scientists

Every day at dusk when the sun fades

My mind returns to the everglades

A place alive with green mangroves and vine

Shotguns and snakes, alligator wine

Nobody knows so they never think to visit

Where the atmosphere’s so thick that you could kiss it

I’ve never seen copper heads darting from their graves

A once mighty oak’s red roots… in decay

In my heart there’s a place called swampland

Nine parts water — one part sand

In my heart there’s a place called swampland

Nine parts water — one part sand

Rangers jet through on their hovercraft

Me I take it slowly… using a raft

To them it’s the home of the hungry piranha

To me it is sheer nirvana

In my heart there’s a place called swampland

Nine parts water — one part sand

In my heart there’s a place called swampland

Nine parts water — one part sand

In my heart there’s a place called swampland

Nine parts water — one part sand

In my heart there’s a place called swampland

Nine parts water — one part sand