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? © NIGHT GARDEN MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com