Baseball Bats from LAND by Swampcandy
This is one mans solution to home invasions.
Tracklist
| 5. | Baseball Bats | 3:40 |
Lyrics
I built a Grave Yard of My own
I got baseball bat's and bear Traps
Don't let me catch you sneekin' round my suga shack
I got base ballbat's and bear Traps
Don't let me catch you now
I built a Grave Yard of My own
I took a razor blade I laid you in the shade
I built a Grave Yard of My own
Beneath the collard greens and the mustard seed John the conquerer
gonna have to dig 20 feet down if they ever find you
Gotta burlap sack Full of rocks
Don't let me catch you sneekin round the whiskey box
Burlap sack Full of rocks
Don't let me catch you now
I built a Grave Yard of My own
I took a razor blade I laid you in the shade
I built a Grave Yard of My own
Beneath the collard greens and the mustard seed John the conquerer
gonna have to dig 20 feet down if they ever find you
I got baseball bat's and bear Traps
Don't let me catch you sneekin' round my suga shack
Burlap sack Full of rocks
Don't let me catch you now
Always Summer on the compound
you gonna be Grave yard bound
If I catch you sneekin round my door
gonna burry you deep in the bowl
I built a Grave Yard of My own
I took a razor blade I laid you in the shade
I built a Grave Yard of My own
Beneath the collard greens and the mustard seed John the conquerer
gonna have to dig 20 feet down if they ever find you
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Swampcandy is pig drinkin’, whiskey eatin’, foot clapping’, hand stompin’, American music. Fermented in primitive blues, pre war folk sounds, field hollers, gypsy jazz, and ragtime. Steeped in influences from Robert Johnson to Radiohead. Their sound is distilled in a boiler of mercurial energy that swirls with tempo changes and dynamic peaks and valleys, holding the ear and refusing to let go.